not alot going on in us then

My air is your air, my water is your water, my particles are your particles and the physical me is the physical you separate only by make believe grandfather time in the ever-inflating bubble of the speed of light. Experienced as forms of the formless, we dance the holographic happening of myriad-mirrored perspective, ...me with you in me and you with me in you. Constant, timeless and still