There is a sense, in the great effort to live in this thing called life, that one is in exile. Sent to a distant place from which there is no return save through death; sent to pray penance for sins both known and unknown, while at the same time being ever in danger of committing more sin. I discover that I am responsible for the whole world and everything in it; and each creature, as it arises, has been vouchsafed this same responsibility.
Beautifully said. The exile was never punishment — it was a dare. "Here’s the whole cosmos," said the Beloved. "Let’s see if you can remember how to love it." No map, no cheat codes. Just thickets, stars, and one stubborn little flame inside saying: keep going.
Presence, then..
Parusha
Sometimes there comes a Secret Embrace and within its depths I know I neither need nor want anything.
Beautifully said. The exile was never punishment — it was a dare. "Here’s the whole cosmos," said the Beloved. "Let’s see if you can remember how to love it." No map, no cheat codes. Just thickets, stars, and one stubborn little flame inside saying: keep going.
— Virgin Monk Boy