it's our suffering, together - yet private in its
place within each of us as
well.
everything is shared by virtue of our one belonging, at no point does existence break from my world to yours, there is no isolation from our own company, and although we are distinct in thought and appearance our essence is of one thing only.
so empathy in truth is simply breathing in the experience of another, yet knowing too, deeply, that it is ours as well.
there is no escape.
it's our belonging, our suffering, our world - and even this gives the false impression that we are more than one thing alone.
there is presence, and you and I arise as an appearance in this, not apart, no illusion, but an aspect of life expressing itself uniquely.
as this expression - there comes grace and beauty, sorrow and
what feels like being broken.
yet at no point are we apart from the whole.
and so, in what feels your deepest isolation - there is
nowhere I'm not found as well.
always.
I love you,
Eric
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