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Imagine yourself as the softest substance, raw egg within its shell. When the egg cracks you fall through the white pieces of your container. You do not cease to exist, the self still exists, but you lose all control over this self that exists. You fall into God's hands.
The substance is now cupped in God's hands.
It will now be God who acts, not you. If the hands open and the self dissolves, it will be God's act, not your own.
How happy is the soft substance of the self, knowing that the acts that will occur will now be God's acts. The justice on earth that the self always wanted, without knowing exactly how or exactly what -- not knowing the least detail of its concrete shape -- that justice is now possible. The one who knows what it is will now be in a position to bring it about. Some blockage has been removed. Not you but your blockage, that has been removed.
And look: everyone is still alive.
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