Out to the stars and planets
βI recall as a young child lying on my back in a field behind my house. I could see my body lying there, almost from above β but also from within. And I would see it with a question: why, of all things, this? Then the pondering would move through everything I knew β outward, from my family, the field itself, to the crows flying overhead, to the town, the state, the country. Why this? Out to the stars and planets, the whole galaxy. And I would reach a point where I knew nothing and became nothingβ
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