The astronomy book I got for Christmas says the universe may be finite, or not. Either way, I get a sense in touching the stone, that it is all interconnected, it includes the stone in my hand exactly as much as anything else. In that way, I am not unique. Yet I have a loving family that interconnects with me and gives me special and deep memories and emotions in my heart.
What is this part of me that looks? I am astounded by the fact that it looks and yet it gets perfectly close to all of these emotions, all of these things. Looking peels back many layers of presumed definitions of me in time and space. Even the presumed looker sheds pretense after a while.
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