Seek who you are and you will not find it. Who is this then? And who is that? None, none, just dark, black void. Catch the air, bottle it. Now let it go, it yet remains. Riddle, my friend, the riddle of life that may be, may be not. You may be, you may be not. Probe, probe deeper if you can or let it rest, let it be. Who knows if you will witness be to yourself, the Self that is but never reveals save to itself? Men are gone, gods gone too, even God is gone, yet, God remains. Have you found what you so long sought? A moment frozen, a thought in suspension, the elements integrated, unified, solidified vision of the One Alone that ever abides, you have dissolved and disappeared to let the goal be.
Written by Sugata Bose
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