Truth does not come at once or whole, although it can be sensed at once, as whole. Truth comes through a spiraling process of inquiry, in which the sought is present leading and pulling the search. One must return, in effect, again and again to the most simple, the most basic, but in returning, it is known better than before. One cannot linger here, but most move on, spiraling, through what may feel like a labyrinth, but at times, it opens up to wide and astonishing vistas. Again, only for moments, as one must move further, spiraling into dark tunnels, in which nothing is known, but hoping to gain light. It will come when it comes. Our task is to keep moving, continue searching, never to suppose that we have reached the sought-for, even though it was here all the time, causing the search as that which is desired, and hoped-to-be-known, or partially known. The end is always present, and sought. Our task is to seek endlessly, for that is our nature itself: human being the seeker of that which is always and ever present.
