The only part I played in that vast moment was the role of the observer. But I’m not even responsible for my ability to observe, and I can’t take credit for whatever it is that makes me perceive that moment as sublime. Yet, what an essential piece I am. Without my loving awareness, there WOULD be something missing. There would be no creature beholding the unitive beauty of this moment.

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