A short story on the dangers of remembering too much of oneself, and of diving too far into mysticism. If everything is one, then is there anything other than yourself? A very interesting exploration of extreme (psychotic?) ramifications of P.D. Ouspensky/Gurdjieff mysticism.--Andrew Russ
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #4,
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