The point of Foucault's Pendulum was that Life was the secret principle that all the occultists and mystery sects were searching for. And it's true.
These mysterious alchemical moments, those tingles one gets, they're called growing. And growing is important; grow, but don't grow up. Grow out, grow over, and in, and under, permeate Nature with your existance.
Not a takeover, a symbiosis. Don't lose yourself in the Is, don't try and become the Is, don't try and subjugate the Is. The Is, is. Take action from within It, be a part of it, but be yourself.
Different words, the same story. Wisdom is recycled. I definitely feel it, something just waiting for me to be ready, my own Self waiting for when It is ready to be Itself.
I find myself wondering, what is this special thing? What new aspect of myself will I get to enjoy?
Misanthropy is a terrible thing.
