The Truth announces itself, it does not impose itself. Purity exists, it is not created. Perfection is won, not demanded. The Truth is unique and it is one. Sooner or later, all who announce it, in its various aspects, will upline to it. The paths will unite in the Way, not because it is obliga...
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The Truth announces itself, it does not impose itself. Purity exists, it is not created. Perfection is won, not demanded. The Truth is unique and it is one. Sooner or later, all who announce it, in its various aspects, will upline to it. The paths will unite in the Way, not because it is obligatory, but for the pleasure of being whole. Purity may not be fashionable, but it will always be beyond fashion. It does not need to be created, because it exists by itself, in fullness and in each one of us. In the thoughts, in the words, in the acts, as soon as we want, in fact, to assume. Perfection seems to be an ideal, but it also seems to be practicable every day, if not in the whole, at least in a progressive approach and perhaps even without return. As a ladder that climbs up the step, but it will no longer make sense to descend, with each step representing the strenuous conquest of each one in his reintegration into the Whole. Perfection is consummation or wholeness. Eventually material, but fully spiritual. Text: Luís Portela Collection "SER" 2015 - work on display, can only be delivered from February 13, 2016.