This is an invitation. To transcendence. To letting go. To opening up. Beyond one’s own points of views, beyond one’s perspectives, beyond one’s knowledge, beyond one’s own self. Beyond everything that is personal. A rough journey, which is neither beautiful nor ugly. It just is. A journey to nowhere, that will not offer any reward. A journey that cannot add anything to one’s being. A journey of dissolution, not of enhancement. A journey that cannot be given any meaning and which cannot be embedded into any system, culture or religion. A journey with no meaning. In fact, all that will follow will not provide any objective meaning, for the simple reason that knowledge cannot decipher what cannot be known.
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When falling in crystal clear water, a drop leaves no trace behind. In muddy water, the same drop leaves behind a trace that shows where it fell. So, where there is clarity, there is no trace left. Where there is clarity, nothing can cause any interference. This book may or may not leave a trace. It depends. If one is not attached to his own content, he have no reason to experience any discomfort while reading this book. But if one is set to protect his own perspectives and points of views, then a state of discomfort during this journey is very likely.
This book does not teach anybody anything. This book depicts rain. A rainfall coming from The Unseen which covers what can be seen. It may be a mystery, it may be palpable. It does not matter what is said about what follows. And in fact, it is not appropriate to say something about what follows. Just to let it be. Let it flow.
Here is the paradox: the seeker is looking for his absolute identity, but he already is what He Has Always Been. The seeker wants to gain self-knowledge, but in order to gain it, he needs The Unknown. However, through the operating mechanism of the separate self, one fears the Unknown. And this is where the dance begins. One searches for the Unknown, but, at the same time, he avoids the Unknown.
