A person will confound all attempts at dissection; at being explained away, departmentalised, or summed up by anyone, however esteemed in society, the world of religion, academia, or psychiatry. That is why I (cautiously) suggested that there is perhaps more of absence, more of 'living space' about a person, than quantity or a definable presence.
A person is a child of in/finity - ie is by nature un/finshed. I believe that is why religious institutions (not to mention the family, and it's cloying pretensions to dominion) prove to be, at last, only hurdles in the way of our best interest.
In the spirit of this intuition, I humbly suggest that a realising soul is best understood as one who learns to live out/with the limits of finality in a type of 'holy insecurity'; who intuitively understands that the roots of his being is coterminous with the rootless Other - open, dynamic, and beyond the arrestation of measure.
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