Our faith belongs not to the solid, nor to things that pass swiftly through the world - but to the emptiness that serves in full allowance, and offers grace to all departures. Our faith belongs to our own open presence, infinite, and patient by its nature. In our very own timelessness - we let the world unfold.
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Distance is infinite in its expansion - and a runners faith can't be measured.
Peace,
Eric
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