Time and distance sometime reveal themselves to me when I sit in my room or at the end of my dock. Together, they invitingly uncloak the mystery of the deceptive illusion in which I live. I am not a solitary drop in the ocean; I am the ocean. I do not stare into the night sky; I am the night sky.
What an artifact of time and distance we have conspired to create. It is what we do to live together, but really we are one, joined forever in the time-less now. Occasionally, I get a small glimpse.