It’s so easy to think of the landscape as separate from our self. It’s something we walk on. All the external stuffs that make up everything that is not us, but around us.

But that’s really just one perspective, and just one perspective alone cannot be the truth. What if you saw the self as another part of the landscape, and the landscape inclusive of it? Or even that the self and the landscape are one and the same? That you don’t leave it at birth and return after death, but act within it all along?

Wouldn’t then everything be a little bit more whole? Everything being one thing.

Maybe, maybe not.

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