It was a desperate struggle. She contended with things she did not understand, with feelings previously unknown, with thoughts dark and furious. She wept bitter tears, and yet found no relief in the crying. There was no resolution in sight. Agony. She despaired.
And then, through the void, a glimmer of light. She was brought backwards in memory to the times when she felt the guidance of the invisible hand. How she has missed those flashes of understanding of the path before her. This is, she now understands, but another waypoint on the journey.
She has embraced and taken the darkness into herself, and in doing so, has calmed the tempest within. The night sky is clear and starry. The path stretches out in view once more.
No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path.
- Buddha
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