The love story is, that what was being looked for, was already Everything, including the apparant one looking…that’s the love story, that’s the collapse.

The sadness is (to put it in romantic terms) being held in freedom or emptiness, and when that separateness dissolves, then that sadness is emptiness, appearing as sadness, or whatever the appearance is.

It’s no longer the Absolute and the Relative, it’s no longer Sadness and Emptiness, there isn’t that separation anymore.

Everything is Emptiness.

<3