…this is Love. I have my self-consciousness not in myself but in the other. I am satisfied and have peace with myself only in this other and I AM only because I have peace with myself; if I did not have it then I would be a contradiction that falls to pieces.
This other, because it likewise exists outside itself, has its self-consciousness only in me; and both the other and I are only this consciousness of being-outside-ourselves and of our identity; we are only this intuition, feeling, and knowledge of our unity.
This is Love, and without knowing that Love is both a distinguishing and the sublation of this distinction, one speaks emptily of it.
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One; Photo Courtesy, and Copyright Paul Hlypenko
You can only lose something that you have, but you cannot lose something that you are
Chains unshackle at the tunnel’s end, Where night and day collapse. What once lay self-existent, Merges with the wholeness. Releasing streams of bliss beneath my vision, O, take my tears as gratitude, For your unspeakable embrace.
Photo Courtesy, and Copyright Yann Arthus-Bertrand; Gardens at the Château of Vaux le Vicomte, Seine et Marne, Fr.
Most people consider as sacred scriptures only certain books or scrolls written by the hand of man, and carefully preserved as holy, to be handed down to posterity as divine revelation.
Sunrays Through Autumn; Photo Courtesy and Copyright Pieter Beens
