Self-inquiry is the shadow inquiring into the substance, the image inquiring into the reality, a category error, a stubbornly maintained paradox. This is not an arrogation on the shadow's behalf, to believe so would compound the error, but its very nature, so the more it wonders the more it casts itself. Errors do not melt away like clouds to reveal truth but are resolved in truth which is the complete perspective from which they no longer stand forth. Even the least moment was never forgotten but falls back perfectly into the great mandala. What you struggle to deliver your self from is also your greatest good, is what you were always striving on behalf of, the most precious you hid from yourself at the outset, the very love you were born from and that you never ceased to be.