Tuesday, 26 February 2013

The outflow of my own inmost nature

It was beyond description and altogether incommunicable, for there was nothing in the world to which it could be compared. As I looked round and up and down, the whole universe with its multitudinous sense objects now appeared quite different; what was loathsome before, together with ignorance and passions, was seen to be nothing else but the outflow of my own inmost nature, which in itself remained bright, true and transparent. 


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