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On Occlusion

Denying the existence of truth and falsehood, or denying the existence of things which are neither- this is a form of occlusion, the abandonment of compassionate speech. 

Denying the continuity of the self, or denying the non-essential nature of the self- this is another form of occlusion, the failure to live compassionately. 

Denying the distinction between life and death, or denying the overlap between them- this is a third form of occlusion, the loss of compassionate striving. 

Denying the existence of wounds and stitches, or denying the existence of scars- this is a fourth form of occlusion, the lapsing of compassionate discipline. These four forms are known even by the akindled, and indeed have the material emanations of Bullshitting, Stagnation, Undeath, and Apathy. 

Denying the existence of plurals, or denying the interlacing of fingers, is a form of occlusion which even those who avoid the first four forms can fall prey to. Even having balanced the powers, the eye remains shut tight without compassionate perception.

Denying freedom, or denying entanglement- this is a form of occlusion which even the perceptive may fall into, if they do not practice compassionate action. 

Denying the turning power, or denying the balancing power, is a form of occlusion which befalls those whose reasoning falls out of compassionate thought. One who cannot encompass the two-powers-as-one cannot keep their eyes clear. 

One who avoids all these has achieved compassionate practice, and from practice shall come knowledge and then liberation. But before compassionate practice has been reached, to know the occlusions of practice and knowledge and liberation is to dwell on misery and suffering while neglecting all that is not suffering, and that, too, is a form of occlusion. 

The order of the words is NATHĀ RŪFELZĀ TĪLO JA AJOLĪ TĀZ LEFŪR ĀTHAN. The numbers are at sevens but not sixes

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