Creation, or manifestation, has all the ingredients. We are the very ignorant chefs who, due to the constraints of our mind-body senses, have managed to bake a cake from the banquet laid out before us. Reality is the vast potential for just such a banquet, both realized and as yet unrealized, incredibly diverse, yet in the end one loaf. We are hunger manifested for the purpose of discovering this banquet, hunger to convert multiplicity into unity-- this is what we feel in our dim, confused longing for happiness.
We are not our memories and experiences. We are the stuff upon which they are recorded; consciousness.
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