In thought alone - a line drawn between step and distance. Our experience is here, and is no less than the infinite seemingly contained within a moment. It's the false borders of measured time and sight. Before divided by thought there is only the immediacy of experience - and then later broken to the realm of concept and memories. Yet only the experience is real. Our step is a continuous example - from ground to air and again to earth, it is always just one thing. It's not separated by the delusion that there is ever any elsewhere to be. It's always right here, whole, completely without borders. And so are we.
Peace,
Eric
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