Immolation and Genesis

To become something we must consent to becoming nothing.

Are we already something before becoming nothing?

The self: a compound of illusion, chance, and distance. Its constitution: total sincerity.

It is always the edges, the failure points, of systems that buckle.

Humanity: a system of systems. Countries, provinces, counties, families, friendships.

The self is the fundamental failure point.

Is a foundation of illusion, chance, and distance stable?

Consciousness is a haunted blessing. The same gift that produces joy, wonder, and love produces the self.

We believe that we are capable of love. If the self originates systematic harm, would you sacrifice the self? Joy, wonder, and love to do no harm?

The greatest illusion: love is possible with the "I".

Does your love harm?

The marvel of consciousness is free will. The child can be immolated by its parent.

A terrifying chasm. The cathedral of nothing. Immolation is to willfully shatter joy, wonder, and love.

The unthreading of our being by our own hand.

The love for the other demands nothing less.

Grace is love without possession.

To knowingly unthread your own foundation daily requires supernatural strength. A surrender to deafening silence.

What remains in this world for the brave?