Whenever it widens, where the weight of all around you is felt.

Your face on the bus, faces we will never know, all the feelings you will go through, all the feelings I will go through.

All people I could have loved, all problems I could have faced, all memories I could have been a part of. I could have felt it. I feel it.

The fundamental twosidedness. The movement and stillness, intimacy and distance, the fleeting and invariant, the subtleties and the scale, the tiny and their composition, the luck and tragedy.

It is here, as it should, all part of the same thing, all right now, right then, right after this. It is here to where we turn.

Our undecomposable minds. A swelling of existential and collective curiosity.

All become parts of it. It consists of expressions that choose to move along.

It is the feeling of stepping outside, being more, growing with what is around.

It is in the observing from all perspectives at once, allowing us to twist through ourselves.

It is not to define, but to induce the underlying thing we don't touch but eventually evoke.

It is largeness and smallness, where the circular conclusions persist, and where acceptence yields the truest of fascinations.

It must be to see the worlds inside and the worlds outside while remaining still and wonderful.