A calmness descends over me when I encounter people who speak of many things, coalescing the spiritual and the material. Shadow bits of anatomy, one said. Another, the beautiful one, said that her shattering accident where she had no word for pain, for hunger was her deepest invitation to inhabit her body. In all our musings about the body, while being the intimate we perceive it to be, we do not experience it, it remains in the realm of the metaphor. The schism, however unacknowledged, remains.
Love, the beautiful one said, is adoration and compassion. "two things that float into my consciousness now". It is also merciless, unremitting honesty with one self and others around you.
Of the Other that we create in our endeavours, noble and ignoble, the core of the other is within you. It is not an embodiment of everything you stand against. Unothering the other, she said, is a tool to escape the trappings set by adherence to a strain of thought.
A new world is before me. I can see it clearly for the first time.
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