into the void - as if words to the page, an invitation that here, we belong, and meaning is found only in the realization of the great emptiness of our surroundings. To be marked is the only promise offered by a page and our life as symbols fill the void as well. We fulfill our own promise - for in truth we are more than mere form marked against an infinite page, we are the void itself, unmarked capacity in endless expansion. Symbols are always temporary - what we are, isn't.
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Peace,
Eric
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