Conclusion 1

"And yet, there is something there, something dark, pliant, soft and eternally opposite to me, something infinitely appealing, eternally renewing, a balance and countrerpoint to the struggles and discomfitures of my nature. Something soft, wise, silent, that knows no fear, some eternal, unfading goal. You can see it or sense it or smell it sometimes in evenings, smell it in the wind or catch glimpses of it on the dark blue horizon. It is soft, eternal, clean.
Not that there is something there i want to believe in, rather the hope that there is something there that wants to believe in me. The beauty of having an opposite, the absolute perfection of a fulfilled wish, the crumbling of the will as the iron of desire grants your wish, the utter beauty of receptiveness. What is more sublime, more filled with homely, primitive spirituality, more apt to command your emotional capacity with a full, bittersweet concoction, addictive in its clumsy mix of joy and sadness, deathly in iys potency, than to re-unite with that which was lost, to embrace your opposite, to surrender to darkness, not forsaking light but rather being confident that the light may shine more fully in its midst.
And this state, this unfading nature, is embodied in flesh in the world. To all flesh is given a light, each individual carries that state around with them in every pore and cell of their body. The feeling of flesh against flesh is numinous, and to unite is blessed."