Without this being, what is love? Without the known, what is
that great unknown?
You can try to build a better mousetrap or know you're not a
mouse. But seeing through this something is not the same as seeing nothing.
The world has tried affirming its own unaffirmable and nihilism will deny
the undeniable. Deconstruction is the dark beginning—
many will get lost within that wood. The world is what it's
not but I am what it is.
Division is division only when it’s seen within division.
Beyond division, division is intent for that unknown to know this one is that
unknown.
Awareness in this consciousness is suddenly aware awareness
is but what it is and this phenomenon is nothing.
Thus, the world is your reflection; think but nothing of it.
This illusion, even though inherited, is utterly self-generating.
You are all the power and the glory, love. Be this
universal. Speak that absolutely.
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