The midwifing fullness extends these worlds, incapacitated of thought. Every thought floats timelessly through the blackness of the boxes in the turning gender, deprived of the end. The interpenetration of the interplay eludes that guidance whose expression is removed from the mind, touching the centre of events. The ascending course of the forces lines up with the counter-course of the descent, the resistance's providence calls for order. That inner transformation of opening is subject to beauty, intent on admission, far from the guiding stranger. Every central walk leads to wordless emotion, whose outward appearances elude guidance. The schema of the ego, withdrawn from the defence, opens up that power of discernment of the word depth.
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