Woke this morning in the Kingdom of the Golden Fur, my healing dog Emerson pressed against my spine. And I knew, not as belief but direct sensation, that each photon, each electron of matter is made out of sparkling awareness, and the space between them is love, just as the space between the galaxies is love, the same space, and there is no distance. All this space is in my body, and all a love so near it need not be breathed, for it is the ocean I drown in each moment. This love is both Self and Other, and there is nothing impersonal about it, perpetually flowering as a rose and coral splendor in my chest, gathering distant stars into my heartbeat, the heartbeat of the universe, which I can hear as the secret two-syllable name of the Friend.
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