and it's not that we merge, there is no subtle shift from form to air, and then touched again against an object of becoming. Our view shows a seamless reality - one thing appearing as another, it's a constant flow without break or pause in its continuation. We are this whole, and as much an appearance in temporary form as any tree, or rock, or distance star. We do not merge - we just go on.
Peace,
Eric
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