Nothing has a name. There are no things with name. There is only unobstructed union, naked intelligence, without names. Within naked intelligence as such, there is nothing to improve upon, so positive actions bring no benefits. Intelligence conducted according to the reification of progression has no reality, and no name either. There is no better or worse, so there is no rejection of ugliness or acceptance of beauty. How can anything be perpetuated? How can anyone move through suffering? What are contributing circumstances? Consequences?
No piece of art has a name or a reality. The reification of the idea of progression in the domain of ‘art’ has no reality. Art has no name. Naming has no art. Naming has no name. There is nothing to produce or improve upon. Contemplate and examine the ultimate meaning, which is like pure space—the universal metaphor. Unconstructed union, without names.
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