It all just appears - and too we arise as a spontaneous becoming, a gathering of senses and thought that lend themselves to form. We are more mystery than single truth, each level of self revealed temporal in a larger existence. So nothing is definitive in plan or purpose - it's all meant for the joy of lasting in its moment. Even you and me.
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The path is temporary - distance, the empty space that holds all things is eternal. Running happens, but runners themselves are simply a gathering of thoughts expressed as motion. The Bhagavad Gita urges us to know ourselves as not the doer but the action itself. In this case we will not be found as runners - but motion in its pure expression through eternity.
Peace,
Eric
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