If consciousness is the immaculate conception, birth is an afterthought, this daydream, this nightmare, reverie!
for everything appearing to be personal is just a memory, and thought is not exactly high fidelity, because emotion.
To the Tao of Transformation, the Bodhisattva of Impermanence, the Vanity of Ecclesiastes, The Jimi Hendrix Experience,
money doesn't talk but swears it's said and consciousness is not talking to consciousness but in the name of self-awareness.
The earth is not as much a planet as it is third child of the sun and I am not as much a body-mind as the only child of god—
feel my inner Eve, swallow hallucinations Adam, yeah yeah yeah.
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