Perhaps everything can be reduced to a single word: remembering.

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It is a quiet recognition that returns from time to time. Nothing was ever lost. There was no moment outside of this. Everything unfolds within the same field, while forms and states continue to change. It seems necessary to search, to reach, to understand. Yet every path returns to what is already present. It does not arrive from outside and cannot be attained. It is recognized. You have always been in the same place—the place where everything happens. There is nothing to hold. Only life remains. And sometimes, the awareness of it.