“At root, there is simply no way of separating self from other, self-love from other-love. All knowledge of self is knowledge of other, and all knowledge of other knowledge of self. I begin to see that self and other, the familiar and the strange, the internal and the external, the predictable and the unpredictable imply each other. In the features of everything foreign… and remote I begin to recognize myself. Yet this is a “myself” which I seem to be remembering from long, long ago— not at all my empirical ego of yesterday, not my specious personality.
The “myself” which I am beginning to recognize, which I had forgotten but actually know better than anything else, goes far back beyond my childhood, beyond the time when adults confused me and tried to tell me that I was someone else.. Long before all that, long before I was an embryo in my mother’s womb, there looms the ever-so-familiar stranger, the Everything Not Me, which I recognize, with a joy immeasurably more intense than a meeting of lovers separated by centuries, to be my Original Self.”
A Joyous Cosmology