There is no outer world. We run through landscapes of the mind projected underfoot. Running is an interior journey - our steps a mantra leading within and distance our own spacious presence. It's an illusion of direction. Running brings us to the edge of this illusion - two worlds merged in a reflection of self looking at Self. We become singular in our vision. We see one world. We run in the infinite direction of reality.
One.
Peace,
Eric
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