and what the view contains is no less than the world, and further still such distant stars - all held in sight and more all found within me. Until at once this too is gone and only seeing remains. There are no lines drawn between us, no seer apart from scenery, and no world existing without my own unique participation. Even distance stars are lighted points of my existence. The view offers both my own absence as well as my extension. I am found in every detail of the world, an aspect of the whole expressed in grace and wonder.
And so are each of you.
Peace,
Eric
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