Incarnate, as it were, into this body every moment that I am aware.
In every moment that I am aware, I am no longer the continuity of the past moving into the future. It is as if the stream is interrupted or maybe it is more like I have stepped out of the stream and am observing it flowing. It is the end of knowledge. It is space.
A train moves in the distance, its engine a low rumble, its horn far off. Something like that would be lost inside the noise of the brain with all its thoughts, but to listen in silence is to have the capacity of utter appreciation and the capacity to feel beauty in even that sound.
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