One sees one’s self as a most delightful breeder-reactor slipping through the conceptual dream…effortlessly.
What had been one’s personality retains its boundaries but is no longer the locus in which the perceived world is centered.
Identification breaks free and becomes everywhere.
Awareness has come home after the war.
It looks upon its own face……smiles……
and the river flows back into itself.
(Toombaru)
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So I am just “swirling mnemonic debris”…hmmm….
Strange in a way, and wonderful in another! :-)
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