I was taught constellations of great men; I fancied myself some star waiting to be born; I schemed to finagle myself into some unique being so as to see myself in the night sky. I did not see my own sun; I was already unique with nothing to wait for to be.
Man’s nature is to misunderstand his nature. Consciousness arises from unconsciousness; it identifies itself as separate from it; unconscious embraces consciousness, loves it as its child, and considers it as part of it. Mother smothers child; child cuts itself off from mother; child turns King and mother queen; husband bows to understanding wife; wife yields to being known. Thus they fold into one another: a continuous creation, child of God.