Chapter 14.2: Homecoming and the Restoration of the Way
Its heights are unbounded – light cannot shine down upon it, and yet its depths are undarkened. Coiling and coiling as an endless length of rope, it cannot be labeled. Coming and going, back and forth, over and over again, it is a homecoming to the myriad things. This is called the form of formlessness, the image of no-thing – This is called a flash of perspective. The Way is unlimited. Its heights are so high that light cannot shine down upon it; yet even it’s deepest depths are undimmed by the darkness. No matter how far down, we may find ourselves, there is no hole too deep, no abyss too dark that it is out of reach. There is ALWAYS a Way – a Way forward, a Way upward, a Way out, a Way through, from wherever we find ourselves to wherever we want to go! The Way coils and coils, like an endless rope – sometimes seemingly twisted and tangled like an indistinct mass – no limiting labels can constrain or contain it. The...