Epilogue We dream of traveling through the universe: but isn’t the universe inside us? We do not know the depths of our mind.—Inwards leads the mysterious path. In us, or nowhere, resides eternity with its worlds, the past and the future. —Novalis R: What’s the matter? T: Please tell us. For a while now, you’ve been awfully quiet. R: Don’t run away! Tell us what’s wrong! L: Words. T: Excuse me? R: What did you expect? Aren’t you relieved to see that language has become possible again? That words of praise are possible. Something divine can be expressed in language. Or maybe language itself is proof for the existence of the divine. T: But you’re never satisfied, are you? L: I don’t dare to speak of the sacred stillness inside me. R: But not all words are destructive. Maybe they are when they attempt to describe the world within us. But language is more than description. It can be like breathing. God, or whatever word you want to use for the sacred, is nothing set and unchanging. Like our breath, our words can create the divine in every living moment. T: And like our breath, language is always there, and we don’t need to be afraid of it. L: And silence? R: I believe it is part of the whole. T: There is no separation. No separation between self and world, between life and death, between language and silence. They are one and the same. L: No separation? T:...
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