a sign, or a loud thunderclap of meaning, but as a pulse, a faint shimmer on the edge of understanding, more like how a window sees the weather or a river sees stones. One perceives life’s truths, not as revelations but as slow, uncoiling recognition that aligns with presence; witness the world’s beauty, its boundless potential for recombination, and its resolute optimism…

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