and we just don't know - it's a mystery of identity, and the only thing certain is mystery itself, everything else is speculation imposed on the original void of our reality. Including this. Yet our experience of mystery, our arrival from nowhere, and now this - an awake presence in the world of form - is far beyond the scope of words. But we try, and that too belongs in whatever sense it's needed for us to navigate the world.
To come to this acceptance - of our wish to know, and that we, as the unknowable, reside in a constant shifting truth - is enough.
We're awake.
~
Peace,
Eric
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