Movement is creation

I am existence; that is where my understanding begins.

When I move inwardly by thinking, desiring, and sensing, and outwardly by walking, reaching, running, looking, and touching, I create. I create the detail I once pointed to as evidence of a reality independent of me:

See all there is, stretching in every direction imaginable and not. This is the world, and I am of it.

But it is my movement which creates that detail. It is my movement that paints a place of infinite detail and complexity. Without my movement by sensing, observing, and believing, there is no wider world stretching in every direction.

Movement is creation. My movement is creation. The world is my ever-present third self, and the extents I see and imagine are my unconstrained creativity projecting, emanating. My creativity is the source of my illness, and when I am who, what, and where I am, my suffering will end and I will be.

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