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Intrinsic reality is that which lies beneath the illusion. All in one moment I saw the snow drifting down from the sky and the angles of the trees and I knew what god was. And later, when he and I lay beneath the blankets on that winter night, we did not need to speak to know each other. There was no separation. His body was my body and my body was his, and I was also the cold room we lay in, and the snow falling and the sleeping trees outside, I was the universe and the universe was never anything but me.

And so when he said to me a few nights ago, I'm going to save you, I wanted to say to him that he didn't understand. There can be no blasphemy. There is no separation from god. We are god's thoughts.