Countless raindrops - and yet rain is singular in its expression. Our story is similar. We are a divine aspect of One. Unique in our stories, yet told against an infinite, backdrop of awareness. Every story is fiction. A raindrops existence is brief but only as its story is told. Seen as once the ocean, then sky, and cloud before release, and even then absorbed in earth there is continuation - there is really no such thing as just a raindrop. Now tell me who you really are?
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Run - without the story of runner, or distance travelled.
Peace,
Eric
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