getting Hegel out of my system

Where are the pathways, where the walls? I struggle to determine what direction to go in next, knowing that freedom is boundless but that at the same time my own mind contains signposts of self doubt, a dead stop here and there and there again, projected onto the world all around me. Tentatively, slowly, I gain an inkling of a game that is limitless, I can no longer shirk the responsibility of being right there, present. And how many others are playing at "I am", conspiring to raise their minds to the level of the real?

There is so much to say, so much to do, in this local phenomenology, at the periphery of the empire perhaps, a place where the messages from the true Emperor of conscious awareness only arrive every so often, wherever he may be, and yet, the amusement park of higher mind is turning, perpetually, even here, where and when do we get on and off the rides? The local is merging into the global, at greater and greater speed, for the local awareness is almost nothing, and yet, a quaint branch office at the periphery of the reign of the Absolute is right there, it is everything, but how often have I walked past it not even seeing it? Routing information, written on every humble prayer, even from here, do these prayers ever make their way through the bureaucracy of being-here-now phenomenology, the parts of Oversoul, or call it what you will, to the A=A, the Absolute, to GOD?

Does any knowledge leak at this level, throughout the cracks of Mind, is not the faultline of awareness the gate, or the gateless gate, itself? The part is the whole, the humble forest path is the entrance into the gardens and labyrinths of the Church that stands at the center of the Empire, "get lost" and getting directions are one and the same thing.

Um, take the highway across the River...