Beautifully mysterious folds of light and shadow.

Light moves quickly but its speed is bound by time and gravity. Speed is bound by time and gravity.

To move from one place to another requires a body. I think of a momentary pinprick of light. The smallest something with substance I can imagine. Even this is bound by and exists in time.

Not bound by time, without body, that moves freely: love.

I love those near and far in time and place.

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