
I'm often talking in these terrific maelstroms, teaching and realizing, and an almost orgasmic certainty spikes when my own voice is the most audible to my own ear, when, I assure you, my mouth is shut, or possibly engaged in snoring. I'm the most aware of this as I'm starting to come awake in the "morning", but sometimes it seems to carry on most of the night. There are no visuals, except flashes of deepest noir shadow or electrical bolts, lightning. All my personality has had to step aside for the true mind. I woke up this morning with that certitude fairly blasting me into a long dissertation on how truth keeps eluding you, but I still only have language and so it will still only be really plain words you won't grok to save your own life. I've said them before.
I was going to talk to you about how all your dreaming up of good reasons to get that goodie when you were a child has matured into you crafting all your ideas and inputs into portrayals of yourself you want others to agree to see in you... air portraiture.
I'm not focussed enough today -- christ, I woke up with my poker straight hair all curly -- and I'm getting in bed now so I can be more focussed tomorrow.
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