Look, this is not ‘a computer screen’.
There may be the visual-presence of rectangularity, and colours, these little black squiggles called ‘words’ here; there can be the feeling-presence of something very smooth and hot (that gets (mis)conceptualised as ‘glass’ or again ‘computer screen’): but where in any of this is there actually ‘a computer screen’ or ‘this’?
Reality just isn’t like that. It is an indivisible, placeless presence, presenting itself as sensation – colours, shapes, smells and such – that never actually add up to anything… let alone ‘a world’ and ‘people’.
So everything breaks down: melts as some magical, pulsing, radiantly and infinitely alive psychedelic syrup! Well something like that!! Like I say: words just fuck it all up – turning everything into an idea, a dream… and that’s how it goes.
You are not inside a body, behind a pair of eyes.
You are the knowingness of body-ness and seeingness and everythingness… you simply are this.
You are. This is. That’s it!
Forget all this. It is utter nonsense. Just soften… lighten…
see that there is nothing really here
everything just light… nothing… floaty… dreamy… empty… lost… gone…
This is an excerpt from Guy Smith’s unfortunately expired website.
Guy, if you’re reading this, contact us!