We descended into us from we know not where. We often find ourselves like a surprised spectator. Man is a running stream whose source is hidden.
The soul is a vast background that cannot be possessed by the foreground creature.
From deep within me, and sometimes from behind me...
a light shines. This light of life which shines
upon things and people makes me aware that
the creature is nothing but an instrument of that light.
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