When one watches deathlife occur, that sharing is stronger. As the lightspring connects more to, or separates a little from, a node perceptible in the conscious way, its presence is more easily sensed. Like watching someone carry the first box of old books into a brand new house, or lock the doors that last time on a home of years before heading out to the truck, the emotional, happy-sad feeling of being a shared witness to the everflow finds its locus in the point of transition.
Proximity, though, is the simple sauce for the uninitiated. Right now it's happening somewhere "else" in the world, to someone "else"--perhaps a thousand times over, this "instant." The witnessing is constant. The beautiful, sorrowful joy can be felt always, allowing one to swim constantly, aware more and more often of what is always there.
Bright seasons will forever change again and again
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