Remembering

 In the depths of her meditative practice, Pneumaea discovered a sacred sanctuary, a refuge from the chaos of the world. It was within this transcendent context that she underwent an epiphanic experience, one that surpassed the boundaries of language.

Eager to communicate the essence of this experience to Gnostios, Pneumaea began by attempting to explain it in rational terms. "Consider the interconnectedness of all things," she said. "My experience was akin to glimpsing the underlying fabric of reality."

Gnostios listened attentively, his expression a mixture of curiosity and skepticism. "I'm not sure I follow," he said. "Can you provide more context?"

Pneumaea's frustration mounted as she struggled to convey the essence of her experience. She shifted her approach, attempting to appeal to Gnostios's emotions. "Imagine the feeling of being deeply connected to something greater than yourself," she said, her voice filled with passion. "A sense of oneness that transcends the boundaries of the self."

Gnostios's expression remained impassive, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered her words. "I understand what you're saying," he said, "but I'm not sure I share your experience."

Pneumaea's emotional response intensified, her words tumbling out in a rush of fervor. "But that's just it – you can't understand it! You can't rationalize it or analyze it. It's something that must be felt, deeply and intuitively."

As the silence between them deepened, Pneumaea felt a sense of resignation wash over her. And then, in a flash of insight, she realized that true understanding lay beyond the realms of reason and emotion. It was a direct, intuitive experience that transcended language and rational comprehension.

"The poet doesn't inform the reader," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The poet reminds the reader of what they already know. The words merely serve as a catalyst, awakening the reader to the truths that lie dormant within."

Gnostios's expression softened, his eyes filled with a newfound sense of curiosity. "I think I'm beginning to understand," he said.

Pneumaea smiled, a sense of peace settling over her. "You're not understanding," she said. "You're remembering."

Sarvadṛṣṭi (सर्वदृष्टि)

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