Of what stakes do you speak?
Redemption versus cynical nihilism. I can feel it, somehow that it is a choice, but it is a choice of intent, which if made is already determined. Not that between the flesh and the spirit, for in realization they are the same, and because it is through the flesh that one come to the spirit, where they have identical intent.
When and if it happens, one cannot guess, but that it does when yearning for it I can indeed feel it in my bones as well.
Alompng the way the insuscribable pain, of emptying out, of letting go, for the sake of the other, which is You.Dont get me wrong, not the specific You, not even specifically You, but the hidden You. Here time follows and precedes time in waves, never ending, like bubbles, reflecting the colors of the spectrum, and there is no movement but transformation. One wave like follows another, but not in time and space, but something like longing, aspiring for a past future become a future past where you really never existed, and all equally exist ed in rapture, regardless. Is it conceivable? Yes but only if being man and not brutes, it is that for which the world soul longs for.
Here souls cannot be different yet they are somewhat distinct, until the pain of separation starts a continuum, just like Leibnitz predicted, a quantifiable uncertainty when falling into the extreme limit, which in our distinct self feels like death but isn't.
If this kind of experience you have in store for me, well I can tell you I am going through it, and I can comfort my only escape into sleeplessness, for somehow it reminds me of a kind of night of the soul.
There is a still all around, and the world is born into another day. But tonight I am not born again, for I never died last night. I am awake for that reason.