Can the Self be conveyed? Can the soul climb out of its windows? I feel as if I can.
It's love - I am possessed by a desire, a draw which owns the needle of my compass.
Love will be necessary for me to grow infinitely farther; it is the capacity for the infinite by mutually sustained reflection of selves - the two become the inverse halves of one, all of existence within all of existence.
"And two become one."
The object of one's love is one's choice. One chooses whether to control that choice.
I love everything.
Still, I feel as if there is a reflection of me missing. I am, and want only to be myself; I am aware of the insubstantiality of external forces - and I want to be owned by the one of them that is able to match me.
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