I woke up in the place where the rubber meets the road. I sat down in this space and tasted the heat waves.
In this place I can see the video play in front of the eyes of pedestrians. They look at me and wonder where my mind is at. They are quick and hesitant and deeply troubled; eager to jump from one fantasy into the next but frozen in fear of the real. In this space I can move between worlds as easily as you walk down the street. In this space I hold all the keys and there isn't a chance that you could ever hide. I could seek you out in any dark recess of this world and light you up like a moth.
When points of light become oceans, I can dance between your thoughts nimbly. The motion in my head slows to a crawl and so I can crawl between the spinning blades of your mind. I can enter the places that even you cannot because my mind has become a sort of zero point mass.
It's frustrating to hear people speak of fragments of this and hear the terror in their voice. Unfortunately there is no proper language for expressing these things for the simple reason that understanding these subjects goes completely against 99% of all human understanding at the moment. We live in a world where sincere dishonesty is rampant to a point of mundane mental illness across the board. Near everyone is sick with this disease. Dis-ease in their own world for the mere fact that it is the only thing they cannot escape- and because of that, the single biggest cause of fear and mental deviance from reality.
It is fear of the mundane that keeps us crazy. It is the fear of ourselves that keeps us in worlds of fantasy and what scares me is that I don't think we're going to wake up fast enough as a species to save ourselves.
That which has no substance
enters where there is no space.
-tao te ching, ch. 43
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