Not found - there is no line drawn through existence. Even form is contoured by its compliance to the senses. In truth it is seamless in its flow of continuation. One thing is seen as many in its show of duality - it's the pleasure of mystery to know itself as form in brief caress against its own formlessness.
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With no lines found - there is no point of our departure and every step is complete in its arrival. Distance than cannot be measure. And there is nowhere that we're not found.
Peace,
Eric
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