Rise! Rise above your earthly pains. The pains of loss, of doubt, of that which is no longer and that which will not be. It is the pain of change. Once aloft, freely rising—to float—the world is so small, a brilliant bauble of no more consequence than diamonds to the Devil.
The tapered lines of this figure create a gleaming icon. One can almost feel the heat and light. The acute angles capture and transmit a dazzle that is possible only after rising above a world in which change can act, above a galaxy of constant laws, above a universe of separation. Above. And in the center, in the very heart, the eye of self-knowledge. It is the axis upon which everything turns.
To discover, escape.
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