looking back, and now towards the origin of our gaze - we are lost upon arrival, no self found, seeing again the certain faceless point of all existence. Here, is the seer, here, we become the seen. This is our becoming, and too the emptiness that allows us to become. Looking back, and now towards the source - everything is found.
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We are the starting point of distance.
Peace,
Eric
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