X. The nature of light is to shine. The way of the river is to return home to its sea. The essence of human is being. For the sage there are no answers to the important questions of existence such as, who am I and why am I here. The sage is silent. The sage is smiling. The sage just IS.
She was he and he was she. She was his masterpiece of light, the masterpiece with all its sheets of paper securely in place. She was his laugh and smile and serene face within the violent one, the freedom soaring in its imprisonment. She was one. She was all. She was the material embodiment of the boundless and limitless spiritual existence. She was divine, a divinity sharing itself, giving of itself, knowing itself. She was the cosmic swirls, was sweet innocence, was the softly spoken words of eternal and infinite revelations of creation, the womb of life. She was ignorance restored in all its abundant glory. Trinity was wisdom. ~ Chad Christopher Cobb, "The Sea of Milk" ~