what I am - and looking, I see no point of separation between myself and objects of my observation, and deeper still I find nothing that is truly apart from me. There's nothing solid to my identity, for every one thing known there's infinite more remaining as a mystery. To this, I now claim that I am everything, that through my capacity, my open engagement to all that I behold - there's no me that's not included as the whole. Breaking this down into further, from microbes gathered to a subtle energy that somehow holds this form in place -there is not just one thing that I made of, and past this, I continue on even more. So what I am, is exactly, and only this - and nothing is excluded.
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Peace,
Eric
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