I witness as I participate

and in that tango of a swirl

I am here and there

but faster, sososomuchveryfaster—so fast that speed has no relevance—it has no meaning—we’re processing energies so fast that speed doesn’t matter—yet consciousness remains—which is inexplicable—and so real that it scares us back into thinking and explaining

consider the sheer speeds of our own biology at the cellular level—billions a time per human clock second—at those speeds

this and that, in and out, nutrient and processed are indistinguishable to our senses and our comprehender—at the cellular, biological level we are still as incomprehensible to our mental incapacitor as are our spiritual energies—we know abstractly how fast that is but it has no reality at our level of mental comprehension—

this is that

and that is this

so rapidly as to appear stationary and almost solid

and it’s at this level that wider reactions, actions, and processes organize themselves…experiment with interactions nonjudgmentally…life/not life—organic/inorganic danced on the tiniest of dance floorlesses interchangeably—interacted endlessly as this thing became that thing which was all the same thing—over time…the scale of the time from the nanoest of nanos to the open endedness…wherein time, now too, has no meaning in eternity.

The now of the infinitely stilled and the now of the eternally expanding experiences merge

And were never not one.

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