When not being your Self becomes unbearable,
Self-discovery becomes vital.
It seems we can live in exile from our own
true nature for a while. Actually, we cannot do it.
We are only dreaming it, or believing it into existence
and so suffering our own projections.
Such exile is like saying that space has forgotten
itself and imagines itself to be the wind.
The mind is like the wind.
The Self is like space.
It is the nature of wind to blow about,
but space, being infinite, cannot move about.
Space exists whether there is wind or no wind.
But if there was no space, there could be no wind.
Judge which is the greater
and be one with that.