A Letter to my 8 year old self

Could I say this to my 8 year old self, I might:
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"The contemplation of infinity should not only be attempted alone, but also within a dynamic togetherness that inoculates oneself against solipsism and isolationist arrogance. Denied such opportunity, the self spirals into masturbatory congratulation with no real sense of ones humanity. Of course, if we want to transcend our human condition, we can, but not without dragging with us a desperate loneliness. Indeed, the 'other' is the catalyst for character building growth, within the context of infinitude.

After we lift off and discover our luminescence in the face of adversity, we have available to us a vital option: to settle again and rest in the truth that is simply existence, with all of its discomfort, triviality, and treasure.

How then, do we bridge the gap between beings? We need to make use of the skills we learned whilst climbing the ladder to liberation. In all our searching for answers, we examine the building blocks of the messages left by those that come before. All language, all behavior, and all artifice, are the unfolding of partial truths discovered by travelers on the way. And so we can combine the partial truths of others, with those of our own. In doing so, we blur the lines between individual realities.

Perhaps something is lost from the perfection we set out to attain. Perhaps we are compromised by surrendering to multiplicity, but we're we not already compromised by the original search, the yearning for a solvency and peace? By finally accepting our place in connection to the web of all beings, we find that we are no longer alone: we are many. In doing so we must accept the faults that we were so desperate for others to shoulder: we must accept humility.

The trees and the birds speak our names as we pass by,
And the sea remembers us as children.
We are our own mothers, and the turning of the solar system. No-one knows what's going on. Have patience for this world, and for yourself.

Glory to the unspoken, unseen and unknown, for it is our eternal companion.

Chin up, buddy,
Your 30 year old self".