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You measure and compare my knowledge and understanding without even a thought, a blink. But in this chain reaction in the mind, you push me away, making us separate, asserting your own knowledge and understanding.

You think you enquire from a compassionate heart, from concern for me, but in fact this is an act of violence, of destruction. You care only for ideas and measures, and for your own position.

Is this loving or caring? Can you be so disintegrated while immersed in sacred teachings? Teachers and pupils are an illusion, a notion. It is up to each of us to remain integrated, connected to the whole, and words can be chemical weapons ripping at the fabric of Oneness.

Perhaps we can only be One in the Immense Silence and Great Stillness between the towers of ice.