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I write this message not with feathered pen, but with ball points of light, pulsing through the time canal into your eyes of present. Your mind organ [brain] takes these now-set shapes and organ-izes them into pictures and meaning that only you, at the point of intimacy, understand.

I cannot call you "my child," for we exist beyond those relationships. Indeed the degree of our oneness is beyond your species' ability to know [yet wonder]. Words and thoughts may sketch images of divine unity, but the living dynamics [of this unity] make those images as featureless shadows.

Know this: you are in time. As you process these [symbols] words, you experience time. But now, draw a breath — exhale. Again. Let your mind go. You experience rhythm. The rhythms are the same, yet no two moments are exactly alike.

Your mind is a rhythm. Back and forth, knowing — not knowing. Sages say "let the mind rest." Let it rest. Let it be still. Does it sleep? Let it sleep. And let it dream the dreams of ages not yet born. These dreams shall be pathways that the Tomorrow You (who you may never know) walk, and with each golden step, move one step closer to the unseen glory, the smile behind the mortal mask, the hand that holds the universe, steadily, until it closes, the candle down, as the new sun rises.

Alap Ses,
Appendix - "The Book of Words"