Ah ok so there is another layer of the onion just waiting to be peeled here, thank you Vineeto for standing back so I could suss this out. I can see now that the compass I was operating by was the words written by Vineeto, whereas this is not enough. The genuine compass, the one that can take ‘me’ all the way to ‘my’ self-immolation is pure intent. There is ‘me’ and there is pure intent on this adventure.
And I can see that by turning Vineeto into an authority I at the same time omitted to pay full attention to the compass of pure intent, or I did not have the willingness to proceed towards the direction it points to, as a sole orientation.
This is quite wonderful, that pure intent is all that is left when “the old” is abandoned, and there is no authority in the actual world, there is only the perfection and purity of infinitude, how incredible!