The imprisoned self seems to slip outside its boundaries and . . . one becomes an indistinguishable part of a single rhythm, a single pulse. . . One enters through a single door of suffering into the misery of the whole human race with no margin left to mark the place which was ones own. Pain, sorrow, grief, are seen as joy ‘becoming and life gives a vote of confidence to itself, defining its meaning with a sureness that shatters every doubt concerning the broad free purpose of its goodness, -Howard Thurman m.psychologytoday/blog/modern-melting-pot/201209/good-church-and-the-super-conscious-mind
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