and really I can't even state that there is an appearance of things - to do so would be to lend objects and thoughts a solidity undeserved, assigning specifics and continuation to time and place. There is appearing, motion, an ever changing event only believed to be static. Grammatically - it's all a verb. Nouns don't really exist. We are constantly appearing yet never the same, no singular appearance is ever found - a name is given to an event that claims to be me, and another is given to a tree, a cloud and every star. But nothing can ever be revisited, rebirth is a present happening and the tree or cloud now viewed is already appearing in shifting form. It's all motion. We're all motion. Verbs. Or perhaps better said - just one thing, happening now, life, appearing only for a moments notice in the guise of something to depend on, something solid, something other than a verb. Still, it's always just one thing. And really, I can't even say why - I am appearing too.
And it's all a mystery.
~
Peace,
Eric
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