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Through Prophecy’s silvery and golden threads, he shall seek to unify the dim shadows with their light, Plato’s Cavern with Plato’s Forms, Kant’s Phenomena with Kant’s Noumena and transcend appearances and the divisive black strife between the good and the bad: the everlasting contraries of toil and strife, labyrinthine.
In Experience’s tragic clash, blue labyrinthine, SE’s angelic child and humankind embrace, sphere-forming 3⁄4 circles narrating white. Silence bright. In the night, a white light, inning, speaks delight: One-encircled, One- embraced, One-beheld, it is Being as Being 3⁄4 beheld; it is Being as Being 3⁄4 carried and being carried 3⁄4 One Light. Just as beings carry the One-embraced, the little angel carries beings away from Experience’s blue toil and strife, labyrinthine, towards Beauty, Paradise: The Holy Word 3⁄4 Bardic White. And at the threshold of Prophecy’s White, The Holy Word upright like an arc of light, Blue Lupine, blossoms into the white night: Love. And where Love blossoms, exuberant Beauty and Paradise arises overnight, out of sight: One Light. Lush, ever blooming, the holy night.
There, the Bard and SE’s angelic child transforms all things into harmony and unity 3⁄4 White. There, the two
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