It is night time. The sound of the frogs is crisp and, strangely, brings me joy.
Far off sounds of traffic drift by almost like the sounds of waves.
The night air is cool and the ground still smells of rain.
Everything comes and goes. Sounds, thoughts, emotions, sense perceptions - they are all temporal.
All that remains is space. It is outside of time and infinitely deep.
What is my relationship to that space?
Am I that?
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