Like stones on the seashore, we too are fragments of something larger, something greater.
We too are individual yet connected. We too are washed up here from another realm, only to return to it. We too are picked up and thrown back, out of this sphere of gravity and oxygen, back out of a place that owes everything to its proximity with a burning star so immense we can hardly comprehend it.
Our time in this dimension will cease to be, as we are returned to the same waves that washed us up, in earth-time, only a moment before. Strands of consciousness, we return to our transcendent source, no We, no You, no I.
In the one hand, Time. In the other, Eternity.
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