I shrink from every path I encounter. Every one-sidedness is unbearable to me. I cannot approach it. Not in thinking and also not in acting.
If „something“ – a way, perhaps – seems to open up, then I feel how I will lose the eternal and infinite in following this one „something“.
It’s the loss of everything for a bit of „purpose,“ for a bit of „direction.“ For a bit of balm for my troubled ego. For a bit of earthly „meaning“.
It is the loss of everything for nothing!
So wide that it encompasses everything, there can be only one path. That is the path without a destination. The path without a way…
What is only to happen?!? my poor and troubled ego asks. My consciousness in the ego.
We must not let the pain become suffering. That is all. That is the whole trick. Says my consciousness in soul knowledge.