The [Self-Scuttling] Sight-Insight on the very nature of Sight-Insight. And the Natural Limit of Inquiry [‘Inquiry’ with a capital ‘I’; I am still inquiring as to why my spinach never just blanches just right].
To not end the Inquiry in the arisen conviction of the absence of a ‘Self’ is to have not awoken to the significance of the absence of a ‘Self’ in the first place.
And Shūnyam is fully in effect, not tomorrow, not on the mountain-top but here and now as you read this line. If you see that, good. If you don’t, that’s all right too.
Irreducible, irreversible, explicit and verifiable, you cannot fudge it. You either sight it or you don’t. Like the Nerds say: ‘It’s a ‘0,1’ thing’.
Importantly, it’s not that you have now restored a sundered whole to its original glory in an act of ecstatic mystical awakening. There simply was no division all along. Or more precisely, the notion of integration and division itself is recognized for what it is, a very man-made modeled idea.