Everything(And Nothing)

and to at once walk a narrow path to multiple destinations, this is what it is to be conscious,

. . . And this is the way the mind works, and this is addiction, and for every chemical, you trade a piece of your soul and this economy is not sin. There is an economy, too, of mercy. What is sin is the very idea of your own soul being split, piece by piece, and the very idea of that fracturing of unity. For the pure of heart will one thing, and this is what it is to be complete. And in every day, in every life, there are a thousand choices and a thousand becomings, like rays of sunlight in void, and to be at once two such emanations, and to at once walk a narrow path to multiple destinations, this is what it is to be conscious, and to at once know one and two and many faces to what we call mankind and choice, this is what it is to be conscious and this is what many flee in the indivisible nothing; the unsplittable atom of void; the lightless emptiness of zero, for zero is divided and divided, and yet always remains at one with itself, and the same; and what is escaped in the void is all that is not the void, and this is the doorway to the beginning before all things that they call Nirvana - the downcast spiral out of the circle of existence. And what is lost on these is that that circle is infinite and that the infinite, too, is divided and yet remains; that the light to traverse void, too, is divided and divided and yet always remains at one with itself, and the same. And what is lost on these is that the infinite consciousness is the consciousness of choice, and that this pure consciousness is itself unaware of itself, and conscious only of one thing and that is existence itself. And that the choice between light and the void should itself be a choice is that fiery miracle sustaining every single life, and in this way does every indivisible piece of the circle of existence sustain the whole, and the circle itself live through all things. And to this precise miracle are our eyes too often darkened by the fatal refusal of choice that is the felt splintering of an infinite soul considering itself finite. . . .