Yet layers found in this existence - one thing still and always, but given to details unique in their expressions. In temporary form we find ourselves no less spacious than the emptiness that props against us, giving template to all we do, think, and say. Words are just another layer in silent backdrop, while motion weaves itself through stillness bound. All one thing in their finest form, all aspects of a single existence capable of being known as more. We are this layer, now expressed in a lifetime of a moment. And always we remain as one existence.
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Distance brings us to the layers that can't be measured - our existence is the allowance that temporary things pass through. Even the witness to motion will vanish as another layer gone. Here - there is the space where distance is born. And that's who we are.
Peace,
Eric
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