Distance, yes - yet not the measured space between objects, there is no line of ending, nor break in continuation. It's just distance in the essence of expansion. There is only imagined division - our steps, breath, and heartbeat, know of motion emerging as the primordial rhythm of life, then once more stillness. All notes in a singular song. We don't seek distance, nor motion, not even stillness - there is no need to find exactly what we are.
Peace,
Eric
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