Watched the blood moon setting until late into the night. It is difficult to see anything actually happen. Before I know it, the moon has gone through a large part of the sky, but it is only in stepping back that I see how much time has passed. The moon across the sky, the sky across the moon, we see them both, but never singularly. In one small lapse, eternity and the unity of all things is disrupted. Does the defining moment exist? To forget is the moment we recognize remembrance; to see reveals the blindness of sight. What we cannot perceive is the most important part of what is.
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