I like being inside a mist.  It’s so cool … I can see the air!  See-through and pass-through, easily.

Usually I’m not aware of the air.  I look across the town square and first thing I see is the tree on the far side.

It seems like there’s a whole bunch of thoroughly solid things, better known as human beings, wandering around in the nothingness of space.  Like there’s a huge contrast between the photo above and the one below. 

But maybe not

Perhaps we’re porous flowing objects gently blending into the air, and then to the next porous flowing object.

What if there’s far more space than matter, even inside the complexity I call my body?   Maybe each blood vessel has immense room to roam inside the supposed boundary of the skin.

And what of these thoughts?  They appear to my left, linger awhile in the centre, and float away to the right … far past the rim of my visual field.

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Could it be …?

There are no boxes

There are no fences

There is no this here … and that there