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It had never occurred to Duvalian that his religious teachings could ever be construed as limited, but as he looked around the room with his eyes and mind in perfect clarity, feeling at one with the world and all of its inhabitants, he realised that if his priests could not discuss this experience, they could not teach him religion.
That's where the magic happens. Outdoors. Your relationships are doors. Your job is a door. Your hobbies are doors. They're not walls. Not cushions. Not plates of food. They are doors, and they're showing you the other side.
"I don't want to be disposable," he said.
"Or, I can't support a system where everybody is disposable. Once upon a time, I could." His eyes glittered with wet. "Honour. Courage. They're all just synonyms for disposability in an army led by that horrible man."
Just so go slowly, there's no need to rush, despite what they all tell you. Allow yourself to breathe, now. There's no race. Nothing bad is going to happen if you just take it easy. You'll get to where you want to be, just keep your gaze steady on the target and keep walking.
There's only a smidgeon of rotation required. Just tilting your head a few degrees to the side and you will see the world differently. And it doesn't force you down that path, it gives you the option to see the world in a number of different ways. You will walk amongst the world like its master. You don't need a university degree to make that happen, but you do need to learn.
She wouldn't crumble. No matter how long she was instructed to stay there. Though he could see her arms shake, and the tears fall into her blinking eyes, she would not give in. He imagined what her muscles would have felt like by now, long since soaked in lactic acid and sending out screams of pain up through her spine. Yet she stayed. Defiant.
It was just like this yesterday. Maybe when the world keeps demanding the same thing over and over again, one might eventually decide that it's broken. That it needs to be hit with a heavy, open palm. Restarted. One might cease to think that being a pawn is a good idea.
Are we just pawns in some big game of destiny? No, probably, not, but I also don't think that what we do in this life really matters. We might think we're saving thousands of lives in one big act of heroism, but if they don't know, they'll die anyway, and their lives will remain unchanged.
It's really all there is to it. Once you can clear your mind, you'll see the world differently. You'll see what's right there - not what you imagine is there, not what you fear is there, but only what is. Enlightenment isn't difficult to understand, and to be frank, it's quite boring in its simplicity. Seeing the world clearly is all you need to do.
Tables and shelves and stages and stools. The world is a river, floating along a lake one moment, and at the next, dropping down a cliff into the next pool, where it is held for a moment before being drained again.
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