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Friday, 30 October 2015
The light fiery texture, the intimate knowledge of diverse parts which characterises dream consciousness makes more salient the core of recognition, which is con-naƮtre, being born together; two, or more, knowing each other from birth. To recognise this common birth also means to recognise ourselves, to awaken hugely, the lost knowledge restored. This is the essence, a massive restoration of what was only believed to have been lost. How moving are themes of reunion, like in A Winter's Tale. Life as an adventure initiated by a forgetting. It is glorious to forget who and what one is and to go forth into this newly created unknown, to meet what comes and to become what it makes of us.
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