Human reality with all its vicissitudes is carved in delight which is the knot, as it were, that attaches consciousness to it. You are conceived in enjoyment, in fusion, and this is the willing descent into being, so steep that you cannot go back the way you came. How else could consciousness be persuaded to break open its divine circuit? It is in seeing that beauty infinitely pervades this broken reality that you discover how serenely detached consciousness remains, how there was no fall, no attachment, no connection, and nothing to connect, and that the joy resolves into silence.