Rolling hills of nothingness crash on me like breaking waves. Form is a hum, a resounding. The eye makes the horizon. Beauty is in the mind's eye of the beholder. The observer and the object are one. Where there is no observer, there is no object. Labels trace invisible lines between the unified world. Let go and breathe a deep breath. You're free. Drop your act for a moment and be.
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