it's distance itself - undefined space that allows for the contours of existence. Our interest is pulled to objects, a fascination of form in an infinite realm of formlessness. So we see ourselves as a solid understanding, even as our own mystery continuously unfolds in and as spacious awareness. Our truth is told as distance. Objects no more than a measured self-reflection shown as form. The mystery is always found in distance.
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Peace,
Eric
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