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Through your being, and mine,
and that of every human member of the universal family, flow the
limitless energies of infinity. Over each questing human brow
spreads a glow of spirital radiance. In each sincere human breast
blossoms a soul nourished and guided by the warming rays of infinite
unity. The Infinite is real. Religions reach for it.
Human values reflect it. Men and women live their lives following
cherished dreams of it.
There are those who tell of encountering
a beautiful, rainbow-colored swan gliding through the void. To
see it is to know the presence of that for which names
are only clouding concepts. Nothing exists outside of it. Nothing
came before it or follows after it. Its multihued parts, in graceful
motion, are the primordials and finordials of all things.
Beyond the places shown on the maps of
humankind, a great peak reaches to the stars. Here the Rainbow
Swan calls those to whom it is to reveal its majestic passage.
Those who have been to this peak cannot tell you the way. The
steppingstones across which they labored were shrouded in mist,
the handholds at which they strained, drifted in snow. The way
to the peak of the Rainbow Swan is a finite contact with an infinite
reality, whispered deep in the human soul. It may be touched
in passing, but never captured.
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