Reflection 85

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The Unthinkable Seed Of All Life

For it’s not as if, arriving at this No-man’s-land and No-things’-land – or, if you like, at this Never-never-land – one comes to a dead end, to a region so nonexistent that it could hold no meaning and excite no interest. Exactly the reverse. It is that Unknowable from whose depths the known gushes without reason and without stint, that Unthinkable Seed of all life and all thought – including this thought about It. (Head Off Stress, Douglas Harding)

Truly, truly, I say to you, unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains alone; but if it dies, it bears much fruit. Jesus.

I say, there is no death.
If every hour I die,
Each time a better life
has come to me thereby     Angelus Silesius


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