it's not argued - we exist, there is no denying that a clear presence, something awake to itself in order to even register the question of existence, is in play as the only sense of reality we may know. Everything else too is an appearance of this. It's all one thing. This existence - to view a tree, a flower, the sun, and farthest star, is the same to hold each as an aspect of self. To listen to a single note of a birds song, distant traffic, or the lilt of another's voice is to know a symphony of infinite means yet only heard by one.
We exist.
Beyond this - nothing more is certain.
Yet it's all we need to know.
~
Peace,
Eric
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