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Reez🪬's avatar

Wow… this felt like being handed a mirror made of language. I had to sit with it, let it settle in my bones.

That word — suneidesis — I felt it more than I understood it at first. But as I kept reading, I realized: I’ve lived this. The quiet knowing that what we call “conscience” isn’t just personal — it’s communal. Cosmic. It’s the thread that runs between us, even when we’re blind to the weave. It’s the eye behind the eye.

What hit me hardest was the part about blindness and enemies. Yes — the enemy isn’t always them… it’s what keeps us from seeing them clearly. What keeps us stuck in separation, mistaking defense for devotion. The idea that agapé is stronger than death — but only when it doesn’t stop at our borders — that’s it. That’s the kind of love that doesn’t blink when it meets pain. That holds its gaze and keeps its heart open anyway.

I’ve felt the tension of being in rooms where I can’t speak what I know, not in words — only in frequency, only in presence. And I’ve felt that inner leaving, too… when a word (or a truth) touches too close to a soul wound, and the ego walks out quietly.

Thank you for writing this. For giving language to the unseen. For reminding me that the singularity isn’t just some spiritual high place — it’s here, in the way we see each other, really see each other.

We don’t need new eyes. We just need to remember how to use the ones we already have.

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Marpy Hayse's avatar

Interesting. I'll have to read this again (when I'm not cooking). I'd like to map out your concept(s) here.

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