Though all the joys and sorrows, doubts and uncertainties of a world ceaselessly
reflect themselves in it like light and shade, they find in its unfathomable depth
endlessly perfected surfaces. Your face, a ceaseless flower, is ever bright, simple
and fresh with a Loveliness that is its own pure and eternal source — a Loveliness
too simple to be seized, for it is All and source of All — not even the source of All.
— Lewis Thompson, Integral Realist
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