The lure of enlightenment originates from the comfort of convergence and the belief that truth must reside in homogeneity of experience. It imprisons, yes, but a prison seems also a place of safety in this unbearable “whatness”, this realness beyond the word real. But I see us as I see diverging light rays through a crystal, never to converge again except for a remembrance of our origin, never insisting on convergence as prerequisite of experience.
Constant Voice 