Running. I hear my lungs scream from inside my chest, organized thought broke down two miles ago, time itself compresses, and, like Zeno’s paradox, I fall into an infinity of presence within myself. Then I pick my head up to the horizon and see Bliss, as if the very distinction between subjective infinity and objective infinity melted away: no pain, no thought, no self, just freedom!

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