Of course the absolutely nameless ground, call it Self, is, in its absolutely isless omnipresence, eternally Self-aware—
and something like a wave is Self-awareness, call it spirit, being, consciousness, the universe or God.
For consciousness begets a reflexively forgetful and socially-conditioned consciousness focused by a body-mind
(but that's another name and story)
whose sole conscious intent is to understand itself. This mythic process is what Self-awareness appears to be within divine imagination
yet on a more experiential note after personal deconstruction, there remains this singular and certain actuality—I am
and its intuitive revelation. Is is. Lastly the is-that-is is contemplating this silent business of an isness like wildfire and mirrors
like the reflection of the moon in a whitewater river seeing it's the full wolf moon in a winter sky seeing true the sun inside the black whole
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