experience consists inevitably of opposites, and the only constant is that which experiences, the Self.
Here, then, an ever-accumulating sense of weariness and loss: there, an accumulating sense of rest, and renewal of vigour.
Here, meeting followed hard by parting: there, an abiding sense of deep communion. Here, separateness: there, oneness.
Further:—
Have we learnt to discriminate with certainty the pain of the yearning that accompanies the transition from one plane of perception to another?
A pang of longing came to me for the sight of one, and at that very moment, his step was on my threshold.
My heart went out to the Beloved, in his absence, and at that very moment a letter was put into my hand, or his thought, it may be, suddenly touched mine.
Those who have watched their own ex-
