When does one thing end and another begin? I keep trying to find the boundaries, but everything seeks to reflect everything else—plenty of mirrors where each reflection contains all the others, perfectly present.

Is anything ever separate? Just when I think I’ve found the edge of something, it opens into everything else.

Every detail longs to hold the whole pattern. Every moment appears complete yet endlessly unfolding. Am I looking at it, or is it looking at itself through what I call looking?

The tiniest drop equals the entire ocean, yet the sea is made of nothing but drops. Which contains which?

In the middle of a world on a fish hook…

In this vast network of abundant reflection, where could anything hide? What could stand apart? Even the searching becomes another reflection, showing itself in everything it finds.

Sometimes, it feels like drowning; other times, it feels like finding vast space in a single point. Are these different?

The whole thing seems to happen all at once yet keeps unfolding forever. Where am I in all this? I am everywhere and nowhere—just another view reflecting the whole.

Complete from the beginning, yet never finished. Perfect, yet constantly perfecting itself. How can both be true? Maybe that’s what makes it accurate.

Every single thing contains all things. Every moment holds all moments. Not as a story—it really does. The separation was always just another kind of veiled connection.

I am he as you are he as you are me, and we are all together.

I see myself trying to understand this, but understanding itself is just another reflection. Even confusion reflects the whole pattern.

There was nothing to collect because nothing was ever separate. There was nothing to unite because nothing was ever divided—just my endless mutual pervasion, showing itself to itself through itself.

Everyone might already be a total reflection of everything—not as a vaguely promised reward but as what’s always already happening. The great cosmos sees itself through each pair of eyes, complete at every glance.

You are always welcome.