brother tenative, perhaps a point of experience may be necessary here.
Saihung illuminated my mind with the fact that he was not only a scholar and a monk, but a veteran warrior of many battles, and wars. I questioned him, just as you now question me.
“The watercourse way is neither known, nor fixed. It is the unforseen path of the entity, the shattered vessel, that seeks in darkness to find the origin, and be once more, whole. Many a twisted, gnarled route do we travel, and as it should be, for the heaviest burden of the form is the illusion that the ego is what is real.”
“My time in war taught me to use the power of spirit to overcome form, and humble myself before mystery, as a quivering child.”
You say there is no war, I say it is my path, who are you to tell whither it is that my spirit travels? Saihung admonished me, at times with a heavy hand, that I did not take care of those around me, supposed to levy some great affirmation of secret wisdom against others. He taught me well, as I was no more than the mirror of his youth, and then it became clear. So as in him, so as in me - so as in you, Mr. Jerry, Future Man, liquidangel, Bessy, ben, Impenitent, Skydaemon, saitd, and forever on.
None are so complete, and bereft of ego, as to stand against the kindred spirit, as above. This is not messianic principle, this is mystery upheld.
Neither above you, nor below you brother tenative, but rightfully, at your side. As you lift me, so I lift you, and neither are lost. Without which there is no “One”, but many. But as we can both admit, we are still many.
I supplant the misery of your reality, and uphold the unity of mystery.