and still it becomes a story told - our keenest insight, a sudden knowing revealed through silence, this alone should be enough. Yet our tendency is to add a narrative involving a personal involvement that simply doesn't belong. Nothing is given, nor revealed to us - for a brief moment we are absent from the scene and all that's found is an understanding of the world. This isn't knowledge, it's what we are without story, empty of concepts, a nothingness that provides itself for everything to be. Even as I write these words I only complicate the matter more. Our best effort only adds a sense of distance. What we are - is right now, always, and it can't be told in words. What we are precedes it all - yet even this, now written, is just another story.
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Peace,
Eric
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