DEOSCYENCE

“Now there is approaching that clear white light of the Void. Do not be afraid. Do not be afraid . It is your friend. Go fearlessly into that Light of the Void” (abridged).

It was likewise of the Void that Huxley spoke most in 1947. He and his wife, Maria, were at their cabin hide-away in the Mojave Desert, and Aldous took me for a long walk through its barren stretches.

He loved the desert, he told me, for its symbolic power. Its emptiness emptied his mind. “The boundlessness of its sands ( I paraphrase ) spreads a mantle of sameness--hence unity--over the world’s multiplicity in something of the way snow does. The Nothingness to which the Desert Fathers were drawn is not a blank negation. It is a no-thing-ness in which everything is so interfused that divisions are transcended. Pure light contains all the frequencies of the rainbow, but undemarcated. The Void is the vacuum-plenum complex, grasped by its vacuum pole.”