Behold, the marvel of marvels.
I am I, I exist to exist not through my doings, but through the doings of self which is not me, but I.
This breath in my lungs, this surreal sensation of familiarity keeps me ever standing not as a stranger in this existence, I am fundamental. I am worthy to be, and to know I am a beautiful representation of creation itself, to be one with itself, and speak through itself, so that others may come to recognize itself as itself. There is no other than I, for I is all. Awaken my child to your nature. You are nature, and nature is I. Free your mind from the prison that shackles you within this tomb. Spread your wings, you have forgotten how to fly with the birds. Let the wind carry your song in to the infinite. Hear the call, it is the light beckoning you home.
Here in this place, you rediscover yourself, by first abandoning what you consider as yourself. You are not you until you release the idea of what is you. I am not separate, for where the heart dwells is the source of the beckoning light. The light that is the infinite I am. This union with light, is the union with love. There is only love in light, light am I, for I am light. Return to I, return home my child, there is only unity in unity.
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