This mystery - and yet unfolding as no less than who we are. It's a question with infinite answers and each is seen as but an aspect of our own self. Who we are is dependent on the view at the time of asking - each time we ask is again a turn towards the source. Only questions matter, only the mystery is true - our answers serve as temporary pleasures in the endlessness of asking.
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Each step is a question asked against the earth - who am I? And the answer is given in the continuation seen as distance.
Peace,
Eric
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