Consciousness is the big bang. Consciousness is the immaculate conception beyond the yin and yang of wave and particle or sex.
Consciousness is the only knowledge and what the world calls knowledge is like dividing the indivisible and ciphering the value of exactly two.
Everything appears in consciousness even all the vain absurd attempts to prove appearances create the consciousness in which they are appearing.
My projection is my mirror. The sixth matriarch calls it Chinatown. Attention paradise the fall arrives in just three days.
It's not the goldenrod sitting in the sun but the ragweed in the shadows making tears. It's not the transformation that hurts but believing in the form.
Last year on this date I was in Avon on the Outer Banks watching the silvery walls of a hurricane above the tumbling surf.
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