Light and… Light - does not make for experience.
For there to seem to be experience for The Light, The Light must be said experience… and veil itself of its own infinitude & unconditionality.
Then it seems like there’s other-than The Light; life, a universe, a world - experience… and a mystery of, light.
Through the void, the darkness Being is being… through The Face of The Deep; Let There Be Light… and it is so.
Being be’s somewhere and someway in the simplest most efficient manor possible; a sphere of somewhere and a sphere of someway.
Consider the analogy of & the direct experience of dreams. Never has there been a dream which didn’t seem to transpire somewhere, and by which there was not someway of experiencing the somewhere, as someone, which you, in your sleep as it were, were being. A world and a way you were being, simply by dreaming. A world which can indeed seem quite real, until of course - you awaken. To awaken is to realize somewhere and someway were in truth your own being.
One appearing as two.
Not-two, appearing as somewhere and someway.
Perfection, being an apparent experience of imperfection.
Ineffable Goodness, seemingly good & evil.
Eternal wholeness, ostensibly expanding.
The everlasting, being transience.
Infinite, presuming finite, seeking infinite.
Unconditional, apparent conditions, seeking unconditionality.
The unspeakable love, joy & wonder of being, all compliments of forgetting.
Of overlooking.
Of being.
Life; truly an ode to, The Void.
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