turning into other things - even in this seamless existence we are a constant shift of becoming and ceasing in self and form. Never just the same, alchemical beings, we are always in some process - a rebirth to the same moment of our departure as this one particular person. In truth, we are one thing in infinite invitation to itself, trying on the world in every detail and guise. We see this in a caterpillar's spin, a bud before its bloom, a seeds potential to become - these are new things emerging from themselves, at no point not existing as the whole, but always, always, coming fully to a version that's not meant to last any longer than the last one. It's constant. It's life - and in this, we find ourselves belonging.
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Peace,
Eric
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