Jesus says there are no others; Buddha says there is no one; Zhuangzi says it's three in the morning.
There is no difference in their sayings: love, detachment, this and that. It's never what I think it is.
For I am dance! And love. Love is not relationship between oneself and another. And detachment doesn't mean a thing.
A black bear surprises in the night! An elephant is standing in the wings. Desolation power is waiting in the blue lagoon.
Here's the revelation of divine imagination in the manifestation of self-awareness—I am nothing, but nothing is.
So they say it isn't easy being nothing. This is why a newborn baby finds oneself always living in samsara.
And don't misunderstand my meaning of nothing. It's the scientific name for the absolute unknown.
One. Divine imagination is my self-awareness. This is why I am. I can't deny the undeniable.
Two. Never mind. It's really nothing. Three. A. Be. Seeing that a crystal stream is flowing
through the canyon of the dead is undeniable, it strikes me. Yes, I am. And nothing is not two.
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