Distance and duration are inseparable from the illusory sense of self. The “me” is always measuring—comparing now to then, here to there, imagining itself moving through a world of time and space. But without a central point from which to measure, all sense of distance and duration collapses. This empty appearance neither unfolds in time nor stretches across space. It is immediately itself—utterly indivisible and free from the illusion of sequence and expanse. Without the dream of “me,” there is simply what appears—dimensionless and undefined by any point of reference.