A book is perhaps the most direct way to reach minds like the one at work that time. A book is sought out, willingly and actively participated in and can be discarded at any time. I know now that many have had experiences similar to what is described here and many have responded differently and been compelled to file it in some cultural niche or claim some prize. To do so would be to turn away at the defining moment or to bargain awareness for a more distinguished illusion. It is interesting and compelling to find comparisons but it is a hesitant mind that finds only fragments of familiarity. Anyone might find niches for the metaphors, but there are none to file away what they describe, that indefinable sense that, like a wild flower, only lives in you and fades as soon as you try to give it to another.
For me, it will never belong to any religious, philosophical or cultural tradition – it was fundamentally a relinquishing of such things, and in time realizing that was not a loss. As I wrote then, stay broken, wholeness is a mask. Yet nothing is wanting in that which you do not s
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