so we come to the final truth, an understanding really, that no truth is indeed ever final - and that the infinite expands not from outside us, but as the very fabric of who we are. In this largeness, vast beyond comprehension, we note only temporary facts that suit a given moment in observation, and even then we've since moved on through countless other possibilities. It's this allowing nature that provides a single truth the spaciousness to be, and then to be again in the light of something new. In this way we come to the ultimate reality - no truth is ever final.
(this may, or may not be entirely true)
~
Peace,
Eric
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