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The path sometimes widens and roughens to a dusty lane, making it difficult to follow a clear course. Then I recall my whereabouts, on Unity Road ó home in every step.

In an infinite series, cycle within cycle pulls me in, through, and out of existence. Tomorrow I will be no closer to standing at the Center. The universe extends without limit in all directions, across dimensions of time, space, and other constructs yet to dawn. On my tiptoes to see what Iím in, I stretch to know what the Us of Earth feels like, and more.

Most of the pieces are reworked personal letters and notes, written to friends and relatives over recent years, a few addressed to myself. Some remain more intact than others. The lines conspire to teach me more, as the context grows, inciting fresh intent to consider. I offer these words to you.

PRB

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© Phil Berck 2001