He came unto his own, and his own received him not.
What does it mean to come unto your own? What is your own?
Ownness exists only in the realm of the incoherent.
In the realm of the coherent, ownness is nowhere to be found.
Ownness is the tiny seed of separation
that hardens into the core of a sore,
the sore that is "our own."
And boy are we sore!
The coherent comes to the incoherent
and the incoherent will not receive the coherent.
In our incoherency we take a stand against the coherent.
But our coherency has our incoherency surrounded:
perpetual rejection surrounded by infinite acceptance.
We come unto our own, and our own receives us not.
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Could not have said it better! :)
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