Pg 394, said your note on the first page of the book. "The succession of transient moments creates the illusion of time, but the timeless reality of pure being is not in movement, for all movement requires a motionless background. The being itself is the background. Once you have found it in yourself, you know that you had never lost that independent being." This tugged at my heart as I read every next word. It answers all the turmoil you faced in the last couple months, in body, mind & spirit. You were trying to reconnect with that motionless background, but your body refused to cooperate. Your cells would multiply and scatter, much like transient moments. You were fighting two tumours. One in body and the other in time. I prefer to believe now you have two less tumours to deal with, to reintegrate with that one independent being. I prefer to think of you as daylight now, that which makes everything visible while itself remaining invisible. (Continued in Caption...) "The succession of transient moments creates the illusion of time, but the timeless reality of pure being is not in movement, for all movement requires a motionless background. The being itself is the background. Once you have found it in yourself, you know that you had never lost that independent being." This tugged at my heart as I read every next word. It answers all the turmoil you faced in the last couple months, in body, mind & spirit. You were trying to reconnect with that motionless background, but your body refused to cooperate. Your cells would multiply and scatter, much like transient moments. You were fighting two tumours. One in body and the other in time. I prefer to believe now you have two less tumours to deal with, to reintegrate with that one independent being. I prefer to think of you as daylight now, that which makes everything visible while itself remaining invisible. There are a few other pages you marked important, both in the book and in your life and I shall talk about it in our letters. I address this letter to the universe. Not because you are in it, rather 'cause you're one with it. There are a few thousand books floating in the attic and the bookracks at home. I don't know if I'd be able to read even a mere one percent of it. But the little I do, I know I am reading you through them. It has been a whole month since you left the dimensions of body and time. I miss you, but I didn't lose you. Thanks for staying in these books and in all that I write. Hoping you're rid of all the guilt you've lived most of your life with. I hope you now know it was not all worth it. Good riddance, this once, to you, for you!
