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I imagine the travelers of the Occult on various positions on a Path meandering through utter darkness.
What lies ahead can only materialize by taking that step.
When we write and speak and share our findings, we reveal (indirectly, and inevitably) what we don’t know yet.
Those ahead of us on the Path will witness our struggle. They might not see ahead of them, they still remember where they came from.
But whatever they say to aid us further will be as unintelligible as the squeaking of the magpie.
Their stretched-out hands will pierce ours like holograms, or spears of moonlight.
When I realized this, my first approach was to keep silent, be humble, and to await my own growth.
However, what we can do is apply (and show) what we know by putting it into practice.
Those ahead of us will be impressed (and amused) to see the (even for them rudimentary) knowledge exemplified.
Those behind us will discover, in due time, what we have taught them, and will be forever grateful.
The Path now becomes more than a lonely endeavor, but instead a trail of dim lampposts, abandoned tents, and still-smoldering campfires.
What lies ahead can only materialize by taking that step.
When we write and speak and share our findings, we reveal (indirectly, and inevitably) what we don’t know yet.
Those ahead of us on the Path will witness our struggle. They might not see ahead of them, they still remember where they came from.
But whatever they say to aid us further will be as unintelligible as the squeaking of the magpie.
Their stretched-out hands will pierce ours like holograms, or spears of moonlight.
When I realized this, my first approach was to keep silent, be humble, and to await my own growth.
However, what we can do is apply (and show) what we know by putting it into practice.
Those ahead of us will be impressed (and amused) to see the (even for them rudimentary) knowledge exemplified.
Those behind us will discover, in due time, what we have taught them, and will be forever grateful.
The Path now becomes more than a lonely endeavor, but instead a trail of dim lampposts, abandoned tents, and still-smoldering campfires.