We are acknowledged in distance - an aspect of its own spaciousness found as form. Our own vastness is found within and matched with the stretch of earth and sky. All points of the infinite spread from our existence - and so indeed we are viewed in equal immeasurable terms as all things so far from reach and view. In truth - the reach itself is our connection. Nothing goes untouched. Our reality is distance - the expansion of self in myriad forms of formlessness. And we reach - to simply know ourselves.
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Running is simple - the math is not from point A to point B - but the immediacy of arriving to the single point of now.
Peace,
Eric
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