Before the world was material fact - it was immaterial fiction dancing in the mind of something so much larger than ourselves. The world was thought into existence. Each of us come from this original mind - a thought flickered into being. We are still largely fiction. Our bodies mostly void save particles swirling worlds apart. Clearly we are something more. Perhaps this is what calls a runner to distance - the void exposed as our identity and reclaiming ourselves as infinite space. Running is our exposure. Labels are dropped as excess weight against the soul. Eventually we stand alone and unadorned - the universe in finite form.
Peace,
Eric
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