Frosted Glass

A little note scribbled in one of Joan’s journals:

All traditions are like looking through a frosted glass window—there’s the Buddhist design, the Yoga design, the Christian design—and what we see is the pattern superimposed on the glass. With luck, one sees between the frosted parts through the glass to the great Vastness beyond, but rarely does the window break, and even more rarely does one get sucked through and dissolved therein.

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