I might be invisible

Where are the lines?
Where is the beginning?
Where is the end?

We always think we are separate but it is impossible to be separate from everything.

The energy that runs through you, runs through me.
It runs through everything.

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We change according to circumstance, societal conditioning, social norms, and our experiences.
Each time, we adopt a new form, but we are not any of those things.

How we think is influenced by our experience.
Even our thoughts are a consequence of influence.
Even our thoughts are not truly our own.

We influence our environment, and our environment influences us.

Who is the experiencer?

Is it even our experience?

Or is it just one perspective of an experience of the whole?

If we were pure, what would we be?

Would we have a definable identity left?
Or, would we have no definition?

Maybe, we are just a part of a whole
and there is simply no divide.

Maybe we get lost in the everythingness,
because we are everything.

Maybe we are invisible in the whole
because we are the whole.

-Akiroq Brost

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