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...... 3rd Continuance .........

…..... this veil not only obscure the three vertices of the self triad, but also make an individual very reaction centric as for that individual only the outcome is of prime importance, not the means or ways in which it’s reached. The more the person tries to move towards the center of the triad, it’s like a typical process of self awareness, when the clouds of obscurity are obliterated and the individual slowly starts seeing the vertex of perception (remember, situation is always very evident and most of the times obscenely blatant). Once an individual gets the experience of viewing how the reactions are driven by perception(s), there is no turning back (provided the person has enough courage to face the self-analysis by THE self, which can be outrageously true and hence most of the time not pleasant, but remember, in long run you will appreciate its bounteousness) .

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