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No One to Destroy: the Unity of Being

Ibn Arabi says something sharp to the seeker: there is nothing in you to destroy, for a separate self never was. There is only the One, looking out through your eyes.

Guided by Artur Hapantsou

Most paths to God begin with working on oneself. Tame your desires, cleanse your heart, destroy your pride – and then, perhaps, you will draw near. Ibn Arabi, whom the Sufis named the Greatest Master, says something that pulls the ground out from under that work. He says: there is nothing to destroy. The separate “I” that stands in your way never existed at all.

This teaching bears the name wahdat al-wujud – the unity of being, the recognition that there is, finally, only one reality. It came down from twelfth-century Andalusia, where Ibn Arabi carried the Sufi insight to its very edge. Before him, the Sufi strove to erase his ego, to clear room for God. After him, the question shifted entirely: was that ego ever a real thing that could be erased?

Subtler than the death of the ego

A teacher who tells you to kill your “I” still believes that “I” exists. Otherwise, why kill it? Ibn Arabi goes beneath that level. Union requires two, he says – the one who unites, and the One with whom. But if there is only One, then there is neither union nor separation. There is no one to unite, and no one to unite with. You are not you, and yet you are That – but there is no separate “you” who needs to become That.

It makes your head spin, and that is honest. There is no comforting middle ground here, where you still exist a little on your own and dissolve a little at a time. There is only one Being, gazing upon itself through countless windows, and one of those windows you call yourself. The person does not vanish at the end of the path – because it was never a separate thing. What vanishes is only the ignorance that took it to be separate.

Notice the difference in the very effort. If the ego must be destroyed, you wage war – long, with uneven success, and every victory feeds the pride of the victor. But if a separate “I” simply never was, there is no one to fight. One thing remains: to recognize what is, as it is. Insight here is not an achievement but a waking from error.

What “God knows Himself through your eyes” means

The hardest phrase of this teaching is this: God knows Himself through Himself, and He does it through your eyes. It sounds like insolence – as though a man were claiming the divine for himself. But Ibn Arabi means the opposite of claiming. The qualities you call your own – the power to see, to feel, to love – were never your property. They appear in you the way light appears in glass, but the glass does not make the light its own.

So the path here is not to accumulate virtues, but to stop claiming. Contemplate your sensations and qualities as qualities of the One, passing through you without stopping at you as an owner. The anger that flared, the tenderness that rose, the very awareness with which you now read – none of it belongs to the little “I.” It is only a place where the One, for an instant, recognizes one of its own facets.

Then what Ibn Arabi saw to the very end opens up: there was always only the Knower, knowing that He is the only one. There were never two – seeker and sought. There was One, who staged a separation from himself in order to taste the joy of return.

Here we read the tradition to understand how it sees the human being, not to offer a method for doing something to yourself. And yet this insight changes even the one who has merely heard it out. It lifts one weight from the shoulders – the need to become someone worthy of God. According to Ibn Arabi, you are already That which you so painfully long to become; all the work lies in ceasing to obscure it with a self that is not there.

The one who walks ahead left a short note here: the hardest thing to believe is not in God, but that you, as a separate quantity, do not exist. The ego will sooner agree to be sinful than to be nonexistent. But this last surrender is, in the Master’s words, the whole of what he spoke across a thousand pages.