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Not as a grand gesture to the universe, or an ineffable and necessary part of all.
Instead it beckons, for the realization of being itself.
Not to them, to us, to anyone.
But a call nonetheless to experience, not a direction, nor a place, nor a person
But a time.
A stopgap between the was and the will be.
A small buffer, sure, but a buffer that contains a totality —
of you, of me, of our place and our being.
It isn’t grand. It’s not meant to be – anything, really.
Instead it’s an allowance for our time, our infinitesimal yet nonzero grace —
to experience all the states of being that play.
It isn’t wholly pleasant either, or terrible.
It isn’t meant to be, well, anything really.
Anything more than a being.
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