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Where to begin? Where to end? We start with an omnipresent point of silence that draws a line of thought that flowers into the fractal geometry of all things. Language may be considered the geometry of thought the more that one becomes aware of its impervious nature, language is thought and thought is language. Language structures thought just as much as it represents it. One cannot say that the language one uses is truly one's own for the very definition of oneself is sculpted by the mirroring of culture and experiences. It is like being given a tool to fashion new words and indeed new Worlds within and without. Everything one considers oneself to be is built from another thought, another word, another World. It begs the question who is I and who is I talking to? One might take I to be self-referent, but how can one be thinking I's thoughts if I is thinking oneself? The thinker is just a thought, mind is not thinker, it a thought by another thought. I is a story that has crystalized within a place and moment of spacetime. I am here, I am now, yet forever being washed away by awareness of new forms taking shape within and without.

This communication then is between a little self to a little self, but also between a little self to big Self and big Self to a little self. We dance an ambiguous dance alone together. Little self merges into big Self only to be swept away as big Self withdraws into division. Reality can only exist without so long as there remains a reality within, just as an observor cannot exist within lest there be an Observor without. I am a reality within Reality and Reality without a reality, an observer within the Observer and the Observer without an observor, a universe within the Universe and the Universe without a universe, a self within the Self and the Self without a self. Little self is active, is yang, big Self is passive, is yin. I am waking from dreaming and dreaming of waking. Like a dolphin that comes to wake the surface only to dive once more into the deep ocean of dreams, haunting oneself through ever expansive novel feelings and experiences. One transcends I only to be hypnotized by the unfolding majesty of cosmic complexity which begets another layer of I's transcendent tapestry. What is this motion that dissolves one's being, space and time? Is it an unspeakable delight of awe or a pervading existential nightmare that traps a mind within Mind? To awaken from being a puppet and find the puppetmaster only to discover evermore puppets in guise of the hand which is incessantly withdrawn. As the ancient Chinese expressed, the excess of yin is the birth of yang, just as the excess of yang is the birth of yin. I is splintered by the horrifying beauty of realizing that self and World are equivically equal and equally equivocal. The World dies, only for a new World to be born.

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[proxy4718]

amazing, an internet age 'mask of anarchy'. It's as if Shelly found out how to use a computer

[froggiespond8able]

mind blowing!!

[yzkid74]

My brain hurts

[toddhawley]

Whoa.... I was following along.... understanding, comprehending and relating.

Then my head spun, I got dizzy and forget who I am.