In the absence of lines - there is
no end to our becoming.
And all things unfold as our
existence.
~
Look - is there a line that shows us where "here" ends and distance begins? Is there a line that confines us to a separate existence? Are we defined by the lines that give form or the formlessness touched against us? There are no hard lines. All things yield to another and carry on as something greater still.
Peace,
Eric
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