Only through - as if there could be elsewhere aside from the midst of being. We are always right here. In truth we pass through nothing. Our motion is an illusion. We are the still point of existence anchored in an always shifting stream of reality. It's the world passing through us - in grief, joy, anguish, and elation - all things touched against our stillness. Yet we remain - always right here, free in our awareness.
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We don't pass through distance - we remain our eternal stillness, allowing distance, and the scenery of the world to pass through us.
Peace,
Eric
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