Imagined borders - as if this too were not included as the whole. Our nature is not determined by form, nor the distance held between things. It's not measured. The border of our flesh is no less than light itself in a solid moment of joyful wonder. We are simply the continuation of one thing appearing as another, offering a wall against our own spacious embrace for the sole purpose of a touch. It's why we have imagined borders.
Peace,
Eric
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