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- By Jalaluddin Rumi - Translation by Coleman Barks Little by little, wean yourself. This is the gist of what I have to say: Think how it is to have a conversation with an embryo. You might say, "The world outside is vast and intricate. There are wheat fields and mountain passes, and orchards in bloom. At night there are millions of galaxies, and in sunlight the beauty of friends dancing at wedding." You ask embryo why he, or she, stays cooped up in the dark with eyes closed. Listen to the answer: "There is no "other world." I only know what I have experienced. You must be hallucinating." From an embryo, whose nourishment comes

silent. time stops, all disintegrate like dust. null.