
Is it perhaps not that our aura is something that radiates from us, but IS us, the indestructible part of each and every person: the pure energy that remains veiled by belief in a personal god?

To put it another way, perhaps existence is at the circumference--at the whole complex of intersecting circles that we can only contemplate, but never master.

The fact that I always BELONG to myself even when I'm flung far ahead: like anime force fields, or circles in a pond, ever widening.

As firmly as a hand holding a stone. Held, however, so firmly, merely so that it can be flung a greater distance. But there is a path even to that distance.
--Kafka, The Zurau Aphorisms.

Outside it was spring. We left the hospital and walked into the mountains, taking a trail to which there was no end in sight.
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