| p114 | Likewise, the idea of meeting one-to-one in unity, can be taken to be the same as meeting separate to separate. This is not so. Words become flesh as two unities share like-to-like, a communion of meaning come into the physical, streams brooking over rock and glistening the moss with beaded jewels. Gladness of heart tumbles forth even amidst the profound heaviness of an elation that, unlike the weight of separation, binds together. This is no temporary experience, no quick and dazzling light that preys upon the senses, leaving a light-weight giddiness and a tickle of acquaintance with that which abides. Nor is this the weight of a storm cloud, hovering with immense power and bringing a pressure behind the eyes. This is gladness mingling with the hefty heart of truth, profundity come to what was before as silly as a game of make believe. |