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Empty and FullOver the past year, I have become ever more transfixed by the mystery of objects and space. Not outer space, although the same curiosity holds for that kind of space as it does for the space I am discussing here—the space we walk through and express our everyday lives in.What is it exactly? Why does it exist? Why do objects stay put or stay in motion in space? Does an object remain the same when it moves through space, or does space manifest the object freshly at each new point? Is motion in space an illusion that arises from some more complex dimensionality? And . . . what allows matter itself to appear in space? How is it that out of nothing, the totality of what we see, touch, taste, smell, and hear has come? Does every part of space have the same potential, or is space itself not a primary phenomenon? Could it be birthed secondarily from something else even more mysterious? And, most exciting, are space and matter transcendental? The realization of the divine nature of all
things lies behind these queries. Time and space, rhythm and repose, life and death—each has taken
on a profound numinosity for me. Perhaps all of space is the Beloved and all manifestation is its
partial and dynamic sacrifice into form.
A Radiance of Love,
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