IT WAS AMAZING
how some days would turn themselves on their heads; not occasionally producing insights from the driest-seeming desert, like an oasis actually being come upon through what seemed like a mirage.
how some days would turn themselves on their heads; not occasionally producing insights from the driest-seeming desert, like an oasis actually being come upon through what seemed like a mirage.
But
recently it hadn't been days, but weeks and weeks and weeks; these
weeks had been following one another, throwing out shadows which
could look real but always seemed to turn into dust. And even the
“newest modality” was beginning to feel like a stopgap; yet
another way of seeing and knowing which enchanted for a while and
then began to fade, while taking ever more energy to pursue.
How
the sudden release had come about he hardly remembered, just that it
had an irresistible strength unlike anything he could recently recall
- a deep insight had exploded into an unexpected challenge. He was
trying to get his head around “being god” and “being conscious
reality” and “being the feeling” when the words came roaring
out of his mouth, “I'm carrying YOUR PAIN! It's not MINE!”
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