When the self searches it discovers that what it thought was the self is not the self, and the self that it did not know heaves into view. But you cannot gain this new self without losing the other one: one's company, two's a crowd.
Losing one self and gaining another, yet not gaining; simply being. And in the being is everything. In truth, in reality, there is nothing that is not being, there is only being, the rest being a fanciful chimera.
All thinking, all doing, all having, has its source in being. And when the music stops, everything returns to being. So let us take a moment, there are so many, simply to be.
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