The Mind That Matters
The mind is all things, the architect of our waking dreams. To dream is to experience real things, they aren't as fake as they seem. It only seems the world is full of things composed of things that don't matter. I argue that everything is relevant in this realm of endless matter. Etherical thoughts solidify constructing the world we see. What's outside is really within, internal thoughts come to be. I'm expressing what's inside of me, so you partake in yourself. We all eat from the same tree; this world is fruit of the self.
Copyright © Jasen Ridley | Year Posted 2023
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