Our loss is the gain of the world - for in absence there is unfolding of a singular existence. Not joined but continued. There is a fragment caught in an illusion of self and we have embraced it as our own. We've lived a small lie. We travel set distance in place of the infinite we have to roam. We're not what we appear to be. But we think we are. Surrender this thought, this small lie of self, for a selfless moment stretched forever. It's who we really are.
Peace,
Eric
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