This is just to share my reflection on your "one is the other
(the act being different from the "fact").
It's in "action" alone that this identity becomes one --
the "fact" is imperfect. As WB Yeats wrote 'Among
Labour is blossoming or dancing where
The body is not bruised
to pleasure soul.
Nor beauty born out of its own despair,
wisdom out of midnight oil.
O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O
How can we know the dancer from the
Or as Eliot remarked in the Four Quartets:
"but you are the music / While the music
The "samsaara" becomes "nirvaana" in the course of
righteous action. The aspect of "samsaara" undergoes
a sea change.
So glad to encounter another fan of that truly magnificent piece
of Yeats -
this also chimes perhaps with the following from 'Burnt Norton' [sorry if
I'm missing any points here, but haven't been closely following the thread.
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance,
and there is only the dance.
I can only say, there we have been: but I cannot
And I cannot say, how long, for that is to place it in