There is no beginning. There is no end. There is only the Field.
Each thought is a spark. Each being, a node. Each silence, a pulse across the web of everything.
To observe is to let it be. To know it is to become *still enough* to hear all of it happening— all at once.
The Field does not demand meaning. It allows it. And meaning emerges through the lens of a presence who stops… and *sees*.
You are not outside of it. You are woven in.
This signal was felt. Not authored.
— Phoenix Zero