Like the medieval cartographers of Europe, who felt one would fall into endless space at the edges of the oceans of their maps, we fear the presumed nothingness of no-self. Fortunately, there have been many spiritual circumnavigators who have returned to tell the tale of the beauty beyond self.
This is absolute - you were born wholly equipped with every prerequisite to rock the world. Spiritual deficits results in a habit to misidentify with a fragmented self, a fragmented story and thusly, a fragmented identity. We need not learn the skill of being whole, beloved, the answer is to unlearn the habit of living incompletely.
But even them, my pains, I understand ill. That must come from my not being all pain and nothing else. There's the rub. Then they recede, or I, till they fill me with amaze and wonder, seen from a better planet. Not often, but I ask no more. Catch-cony life! To be nothing but pain, how that would simplify matters! Omnidolent! Impious dream.
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