Kind of so. For the one seeking that which cannot be named

Kind of so. For the one seeking that which cannot be named Doubt, faith, desire, knowledge, perception. Like so many lenses through which the Beingness gazes… First it craves, then – it rejects. Like so many tools that the Beingness sifts through, uses, grows disappointment with, changes… And so it goes in a circle. But are the tools to blame for being scattered any which-way? Is a tool to blame for being applied unskillfully? By whom, what, and to what is applied? This book – tidies up the artist's workshop and points to a covered window of the dark night of the soul. Light passes through when nothing obstructs it. White — reflection (closed entrance). Black — absorption (closed exit). Transparency — openness (circulation). The window – is right in the middle of the room. Between the one who craves and the one who rejects. Between sound and silence. Between light and darkness. Between the manifested and the unmanifested. You will recognize this as the axis of flow )(

Year

2026

Language

English

Publisher

ФОП Середняк Т.К.

Editions

1

ISBN

9786178923624

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