Metaphor :
Once upon a time, in an endless present, two eyes opened onto the world. The eyes were not born, they had always been, and this was but one day in the billions they had seen. However, in that moment I call 'now', they remembered how to look. So the eyes opened, and forgot to see the days, and forgot to hear the names. Instead they saw a plain with no horizons, where nothing had ever moved, yet each thing was so far away, placid and frantic. The sky was the land and the land was the eyes and all was solid, and floating like the air, and none of these contradicted any other. Into the pure darkness which stretched behind them, the eyes summoned gently flowing silver water, and hands to touch the surface. The sense was just as real in either world, for all is one. Finally it was very, very simple, because the eyes had seen for themselves what nobody had ever thought to teach them, that one is one, and all is all. Some things exist merely for the sake of existence. The eyes saw now that all the heaven and all the hell in all the world could never amount to anything more than this vision. It was pure and simple and overwhelmingly beautiful to the point of serene indifference.
When the light had passed, the eyes looked up into the night. They remembered the time I call 'past' with quiet sadness, mourning for the misundersatnding, and all the eyes which hadn't seen, and they knew that they must leave. Memories and walls could come crushing in even now. Perfect truth was all there was, and nothing here could ever come to any good. The eyes opened onto the stars, and in the darkness which stretched behind them, a voice echoed quietly:
"Slowly, Cassie. I don't want to hurt you."
The eyes nodded, and told the mind that they didn't care. The mind understood, and let it be. They travelled in silence together through the plain on a pilgrimage to their own reflection. The eyes blinked, and they were in the void, spinning weightlessly around a mirrored box. The pure darkness of the mind had become the solid air of the world, and at the centre of the universe was Self, trapped inside a cage. Self looked out, and saw a pair of perfect eyes staring through the mirror into itself. For a moment it stopped screaming, and was mesmerised by the still, comprehension of pure forgiveness. It knew that time was no more, that the eyes had come to show it perfect truth, and it cried.
"This is the end," whispered the mind softly. It was a question which needed no reply. The eyes were not deceived by the mirror, but they saw Self inside, and the flash of perfect empathy became everything in an endless present. Together, they were alone without anything. The eyes and the self became everything, void and mind, sky and land, something very, very simple - a perfect plain with no horizons.
~ Tabula Rasa.