Conversations with The Mysterious One

The eye was complaining to The One, “I can clearly see that tiny pebble, the pristine clear waters of that beautiful river, those big green mountains, the floating white clouds in the vast emptiness of infinite blue sky, but what a pity, I can only see me in an external reflection. How do I see me directly by myself?”

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