The Inner Sun

Jul 19, 2022 | | Say something

The ideal to which man strives can be depicted symbolically as the light that casts no shadow—the shadow here being falsehood, or error. This is the overhead sun that beats down upon our heads, pure and sterile. There is a more sublime light when the sun hangs lower in the sky, casting a shadow that contrasts with the light. Under this shadow the austerity of the midday sun is tempered by playful abandon. The setting sun invites intimacy with nature—and human’s affinity to this quality is innate, not something he must learn. The adept who holds himself aloof, who never laughs, only isolates himself from the world. And as the sun revolves around the earth, casting its long and short shadows, so the inner sun revolves around the self. The sense of personal achievement will come and go; for life must be nourished on the entrails of the deceased. Nature is the unifying principle of life and death, and no doctrine of self purification will ever replicate it.

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