Codex Transmission

There is a point
where seeking stops.

Not answered.
Not resolved.

just no longer continued

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Nothing is chosen here.

Nothing is confirmed.

The questions fall away
because there is no one holding them.

—

There is no arrival.

Only this—

what remains
when nothing is being reached for

—

From here, nothing needs to align.

Nothing needs to become.

What moves, moves.
What doesn’t, doesn’t.

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There is no centre to return to.

No self to stabilise.

Only this…

without movement away