The personal aspect of the Absolute
seems to be reduced to a minimum:
yet all that we value in personality-
Love, action, will - remain unimpaired.
We seem caught up to a plane of vision
beyond the categories of the human mind:
to the contemplation of a, ‘Something Other‘ -
our home, our hope, and our passion, the
completion of our personality, and the
‚Substance‘ of all that ‚IS‘.
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