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Recently, as part of trying to figure out what’s going on with me, I had a phone call with a woman named Lisa Cairns in France. Lisa is someone who talks about non-duality. I was saying to her that I had never had an experience like she had in the café in Bali where her contracted sense of separate self seemed to leave her body through her eyes, leaving only everything, everything in all its perfection.

I have no location. There is just this. I think it’s always been like this, but there is no way of knowing because time is ungraspable.

I don’t remember much else from that time. I have a memory of returning to work from therapy and talking in a meeting and noticing that I could see my top lip moving. It seemed like my top lip had a freedom to move in a way that it hadn’t before. I don’t know if that was before or after that particular therapy session.

Before I was born, there is only this. After I have died, there is only this.

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