Wearing Thin

Just like a pair of well-worked jeans, the fabric of reality wears thin as the years roll on. The fabric is worn, so the spaces in the weave clarify and expand. The more transparent the cloth, the less it protects, and the more it allows. The overcoat one shrugs into at birth shimmers away into the transparent improbability it always knew itself to be. This is fine, even expected.

However, what might be a bit surprising for some, is how the spaces in this fabric invigorate experience. Bare reality is tantalizing. Naked reality is astonishing. It surprises, and it challenges.

Naked reality is you and I without the fabric. Only the spaces remain; but as one space. No boundaries, no distinctions at all.

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