Like a drunk who has forgotten his true nature, that which is not quite itself grapples with that which is itself. Being befuddled, the drunk does not quite understand it. In stupor, the drunk has forgotten who he is: a strange and beautiful being beyond his current understanding; thank God.
So gradually - and there are so many years to do this - its sense of itself expands. The darker self gets to know the lighter self by becoming it. The little self encounters the greater self and gets to know it by becoming it. It becomes one.
The space it enters feels something that resembles like a light space, where nothing heavy remains, and all is light. And there it flies and is free. And there is the dance of life. And there was no darkness, only the blinking of your eyes. Now, shall we?
So gradually - and there are so many years to do this - its sense of itself expands. The darker self gets to know the lighter self by becoming it. The little self encounters the greater self and gets to know it by becoming it. It becomes one.
The space it enters feels something that resembles like a light space, where nothing heavy remains, and all is light. And there it flies and is free. And there is the dance of life. And there was no darkness, only the blinking of your eyes. Now, shall we?
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