What I felt for you a century ago is still inside of me, your presence in my life eons ago is still with me today. Physical cessation cannot cut these ties...
“Let us live eternally as we do in this life. Our current physical state is lost to the next, but our companionship is forever unfolding. What I felt for you a century ago is still inside of me, your presence in my life eons ago is still with me today. Physical cessation cannot cut these ties. We live in the moment—yet we are eternity in each of those moments. Every moment an eternity—all of the forms, places I have been and experienced. It is so profound that there is such a weight, such a presence in the now, but know that in each and every presence in each and every lifetime, I carry this unabashed affection for you. Understand as I do—there is no need to wait for our time to begin—our time has never ceased,” said the mushroom to the tree.
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