“But kind people find that they are cruel, brave men discover that they are really cowards. Confronted with their true selves most men run away screaming!”
that line from the neverending story has been running through my head a lot.
my experience of quaker meeting and my life since attending quaker meeting feels sort of like going up to the first gate of the southern oracle (the quote is about the second gate, actually, i guess, but they’re both about being effected by who you truly are), laying down, and staring at those eyes– knowing that they will not burn me to a crisp, but instead purify me with their scary light. purify me by showing me who i am and letting me live in it.