Within the consciousness lies the real you. (The thing you would call “you.”) Within the cosmos lies a conscious web. This web encases every mind or is the base of any individual consciousness. It is only through our desires do we achieve either anything or nothing at all. We are not only a mind, we are not only a body, and neither do these things do not contain us nor define us. What can be said to define us is the piece we hold within the web of cosmos consciousness, the collective acting like a “server” for the individual transmitters we call our mind. Within the space we call nothing,…
Words are but meaningless elementary attempts at conveying what is. Words don’t express the art that the intellect cannot comprehend by teachings and sense capabilities. To try is futile, but to try is what makes art. Art is not the articulation, but the sound and vibration these things cause you to experience.