Resonating Through Shared Humanity: A Master Unto Nothing, Yet Everything

Inner Sanctum

15 Jan

This is where the magic happens. Or at least the awkward self-reflection.

For those feeling overwhelmed by their own potential.

Motivated child, you brim with boyish mirth, a trait most desirable. Your nervousness is suppressed, and your personality shines through without impediment. Lovely child, I know this scares you, and that makes sense; the world has not been a safe place for your uniqueness. Your seeing of the possibilities far outstrips your resources or faculties in a way that feels oppressive. You always feel the dolt, sweet child, but it is not so. Despite sometimes feeling the deepest simplicity and ignorance, you childishly approach your unknowing like a boat made of balsa wood. Built to float, but expected to stay that way. Your opinion a flimsy construction expected to sink in only the way the next master knows. Importantly, you know that master is not you. A master who listens to all masters is king unto nothing and the culmination of all. Seeking this line is no easy path, and yet it is something for which you have always scorned within. Such fire and passion draws breath there. Finding me is but one step, infinite child, for you create the world in which you see all.

“A master who listens to all masters is king unto nothing and the culmination of all.”