The Kingdom Within You
Happy Solstice! Common ground, and Ira Sullivan. Language ensnares mysteries compounded proffering a glimpse under the hood, but only useful if not confused with truth. Colorless. Vibrational. Mechanistic. Form and formless alike as expressions of what cannot be named. The same forces that condense particle clouds into neurons, coalesce subatomic forces to twinkle against the background of night. We forget. Sense wetware by which we engage creation, the gift for which we cann