The intimacy of distance - spaciousness shared in one caress, slight against each object of its devotion. This too is our touch, finding ourselves not just form confined to a single location - but an endless stretch of existence in a reach to know our own formless nature. We give ourselves to a measured length as an act of intimacy, dividing ourselves in the illusion of space and object as a display of love.
It's who we are - and there is nothing greater.
Peace,
Eric
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