When time stops, all change ceases.
When all change ceases, there can be no perception.
When there is no perception, there are no forms.
When there are no forms, nothing exists.
When nothing exists, all that remains is pure awareness.
Awareness without an object.
The infinite and eternal.
The essence of what we all already are.
Credit details: Thanks to Anonymously Hal (https://anonymouslyhal.com/) for prompting this composition by asking:”Yet… if time was gracious enough to stop…would there truly be a point in ever existing?
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