After eternity, perfection gets a little boring. So She covers herself in seven veils of imperfection, all illusory, and invites us to dance with her through unendurable eons of time, removing one by one these garments of Maya, until we whirl at the center of one bright nakedness.... Therefore, brothers and sisters, we dance, we dissolve, we merge with perfection again and again, to discover there was never anything else, and never any moment but this.
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