I am continuous with all the world. In my deepest moments, I know that this is true. I have no separate existence. My speech, be it loving or angry, flies out like a red bird and finds a branch to land on. My breath commingles with the breath of elephants. In spite of this knowing, my mind insists on creating divisions, almost as if the enormity of it, …
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