We are not built as form, held as a wall against the greater press of infinite surroundings - no, we are gathered light within the spread of all existence. Our bodies participate as the whole, seen in distance we are one things, spaciousness dancing in an intricate pattern with itself, a momentary print, unique, in an endless array of possibilities. In this regard we are central in location, at no point being less or more than it all. Our solidity a brief illusion given to stars and ground to know their touch. If it seems we are a wall, don't believe the illusion - we are participants in a great caress.
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Peace,
Eric
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