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The dance of Light begins with joy. Let it not be destroyed by fear's demands. You are all so cautious in your laughter, forgetting that the voice of love is not a dirge, but a chorale; not a mourning but a celebration. "And what of the world's suffering?" you ask. "Do I laugh at that?" No, but neither do you weep with it as though there were no hope. Compassion and forgetting are not the same. Forgetting knows only the darkness. Compassion, even as it embraces the pain, remembers that there is a greater and Eternal Truth. |
