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Kakua knew words form beliefs, and beliefs easily become avoidance of the truth. We, humans, come to equate our beliefs, or ideas, with truth, or reality; we partition ourselves into "right" versus "wrong." Unity is lost. We fail to be amenable to a broader view of Life, for unable to listen to the perspectives others have to offer us - we who have bits of the whole picture.
A pixel is a piece of illumination on a display screen; the image is made of pixels. To see an image is to see its pixels, to see a pixel is to see one part of the picture. Diversity in views of reality, made of beliefs, offers us an enriching image of truth.
While this image of truth is a fitting pointer to diversity in belief, belief is not truth. The most suitable representation of truth, one that would best further our understanding of ourselves as a human family, would not be within our minds but within our hearts. Imageless love is what we need to lift us beyond our ideals of diversity to unity, to intimacy with Life through the myriad ways Life appears.
Still, how can we love each other, if we do not "see" each other? To see the other truthfully is to see with the heart, not the mind. This "seeing" can be a foundation for seeking an understanding of our diversity.
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When I see you in Truth, I do not have to know about you - I know you apart from the story about you. Who you are is not a collection of your qualities and experiences. Clearly seeing you is a starting point to listen to you, to hear you, so to learn about you.
In this knowing, this seeing, I invite you and myself to be I-with-I. As I, you are sacred before me, you are equal to me, and I to you: a single sacredness, one equality. We share, in Iness, a communion of one subjectivity including everyone. We are no longer isolated but together.
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We transcend attachment even to our most noble ideas to know the truth. Beyond our opinions, is the potential for unity, for loving each another in reverence and equality for all. Yet, I will never know you from facts about you, told me by you and others who say they know you. I know you how I know anything, in the intimacy of clarity. I may not ever know you with complete clarity, but I can know you with more clarity, and as I am willing to be receptive to that clarity.
See, you are not merely a generalization. You are not just a black woman. You are not just a white man. You are not just rich. You are not just poor. You are not just anything or anyone; no, you are, and not less, but more.
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Kakua knew if one is present and intimate to one note of the Song of Life, one knows Life, and this knowing is not believing anything. This knowing is not antithetical to belief, but knowing is the consummation of belief.
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