October 29th - Day 302
There would be no finite you, were there not time. Time erodes away all that we think of as real and it points to the one who Sees this all. You are the background, the unmoving Stillness, upon which time plays. Without You, without the Truth of your Stillness, no movement would be Seen. If time were real, you would not know movement. Who Sees all of this? You do. You are the Stillness, upon which the track of time is Seen. Without you, my Blessed Self, nothing exists.