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I can empathize, because my yearning for the One led only to agonizing emptiness. The struggle seeped into the symbols of my recurring dreams. I dreamed of opening a door to reveal another door, and another, an endless line of doors, each the same, refracted, like a cosmic funhouse. I was trapped in the error of striving, driven by compulsion rather than revelation. Theurgic yearning had become a willful breach, epistrophē turned pathological. I was attempting to force access to a level of consciousness that opens only through stillness and surrender. I sought to consume the mystery, not commune with it. I had to stop breaching the doors and learn to be content perceiving the tarnished brass knob, tracing my fingers over the gleaming dreamwood, letting the door remain closed as an act of surrender.

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