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“No thought can encapsulate the vastness of the totality. Reality is a unified whole, but thought cuts it up into fragments. This gives rise to fundamental misperceptions, for example, that there are separate things and events, or that this is the cause of that. Every thought implies a perspective, and every perspective, by its very nature, implies limitation, which ultimately means that it is not true, at least not absolutely. Only the whole is true, but the whole cannot be spoken or thought. Seen from beyond the limitation of thinking and therefore incomprehensible to the human mind, everything is happening now. All that ever has been or will be is now, outside of time, which is a mental construct.”

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Book:A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life's Purpose
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A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life's Purpose

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Eckhart Tolle
Eckhart Tolle

Eckhart Tolle is a German-born author and philosopher, renowned for his book 'The Power of Now'. His work primarily focuses on personal awakening, self-awareness, and inner peace. Born on February 16, 1948, Tolle's ideas have influenced countless individuals seeking spiritual growth and inner freedom. more

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