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I walked in the park yesterday, which has a number of inspirational signs put up for children. One of these had a picture of two kids riding a tandem bicycle with the inscription, "Be connected: find the people who make you feel more like you!" Such people don't exist, of course, and this got me thinking:

The birth of the physical body is the separation from the parent's body. We see this in babies.

The birth of the "pneumatic vehicle"—the imagination—is the separation from the community's ideas and opinions. We typically see this in rebellious teenagers.

By analogy, I suppose the birth of the "luminous vehicle"—the soul—is separation from human meaning. We see the beginning of this process in saints and mystics who, no matter how many words they write, are never understood.

If so, is this not another reason why we spiritual sorts are lonely? Why there is no proper "community" in those striving to go beyond? One cannot simultaneously engage in human meaning and separate from human meaning—to do so is to try and walk north and south at the same time. When such a person looks for "the people that make them feel more like them," they will gravitate towards angels and gods, not other humans.

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