But a singularity in my own stance can still be found,
For strong spheres all have a center.
The Ouroboros is my the metaphysical monism for me.
It itself consumes all supposed dualities and “separate” instances back into an infinite cyclical motion.
The Ouroboros has been a purification sigil, alchemically, but I do not even designate purity to it. It is beyond the impure and the pure, and they both must meet eachother within it.
It has been the way of man to aport the full cycle of a process, for sake of mortality. Nothing in man is complete. He moves for a short time and then stops, not making the full cycle. Most of the universe he cannot handle or bare running it through his body. His circle is strange and self-cutting. He can barely pay attention. He soon forgets. He cannot handle what he himself creates. He can not take in what he himself must release.
In the Ouroboros, I do say, both enemy and partner are friend, each part of the whole system. The entire spectrum of universal energy can finally be met by that which is non-exclusive and all-surrounding. On greatest scale and during greatest truth, one is always part of another.