at the near end of our gaze - only presence found, and turned now to view the world, we find ourselves as well. There is no point where one becomes the other, presence serves as the capacity for our personal distinction, as well as the world, and stars, and galaxies to be. Presence is empty of details so varied forms in every guise of wonder may appear. It's an offer of love - from our Self to ourselves.
Peace,
Eric
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