Here we are - a contour in the single
line of existence.
Yet continued always as the
whole.
~
At no point do we find ourselves apart - a piece of the whole now broken to a separate existence. We remain just one thing. We are not a break of continuity, but a contour given rise to its unique expression along the play of lines. It's our opportunity to be this, as we are, now.
Peace,
Eric
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