The more absent I am as a construct, the more present I become as a living reality, elusive is my true face and yet I am everywhere.
The man seeking the truth is the very thing that is concealing the truth. This man stands to truth as a note stands to the silence from which it has arisen and to which it shall return. A note is a covering to silence; it shall find the silence only upon death.
So is man’s existence a veil over the undifferentiated being of the Godhead that constitutes man’s true essence. And this is not just another construct, a mere speculation to entertain the brothel of ideas that is the modern mind. We are here speaking of an accessible state of consciousness, a state that is no state at all but perfect homogeneity in transcendental consciousness.
It is peculiar to human being that it…
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