it was the discovery of nothing, my own revelation of empty presence that brought me to find myself as well in every detail of the world. To see that there was no fixed identity of self, only motion lending itself to the appearance of form, was the realization that at no point did I cease as motion and the world become solid. It was all one constant becoming, a shift of temporary appearances of the one holy thing that made it all. I was empty of self for this to be - and even the fragile identity that I once claimed to be was found to be a perfect expression of the whole. In this nothing, everything was, everything is, and it all belongs - even the thought of me.
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Peace,
Eric
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