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How are we to reconcile reality as a motionless plenum (fragment 8.5) with the existence of two non-identical, irreducibly
different and equally real things?
As the totality of things, as a continuum, swimming in indeterminacy, where all perception or thought, must, of necessity,
be conjectural. It is higher than understanding and will, an essence by its own powers, having all things in it alone.
Man knows his soul to be of unfathomable hues, of nameless tints and innumerable colors. Its light is the word but Knowledge
carries itself outside language:
"There, sighs are swords; there, is sorrow and lamentation,
and a burning eagerness. IT IS AT ONCE DAY AND NIGHT . . .
And the heart is, at the same time, both full and empty of love"
(Attar: Mantiq-ut-Tayr, 43)
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