Consciousness, the consciousness
that we entertain,
is as a state of compression.
It is hard to notice as a condition
when its existence
is somewhat as a constant.
There is no spectral range view,
no comparative truth
to catch an edge
that escapes this densified
sense of encampment.
After our manifestation from birth,
everything becomes
secondary aisles
with faulty signage
towards the preoccupation
with linear futures in mind.
Life is pushing a shopping chart,
that you live in and live out of,
and that becomes
your relative consciousness.
Presupposing wide aisles
are called freedoms,
and desires are the well stock
on the forthcoming shelves.
How you grip your cart handle
is who think you are,
behaviorally.
Where you shop
is what comes to mind.
What your retentive mind
forgot to purchase
is soon on your dream list,
still shopping
while you are asleep
in your cart.
Having locality as an option,
is not an option.
You identify your being
as your being,
being somewhere
with Newtonian locality.
There are no words, well,
there is no language to
a quantum reality to say.
Everything that could come
out of your mouth as speech
contradicts whatever
you were to try to quantum say.
If someone actually hears
and pinpoints exactly
what you are saying,
well they missed the point
because two peas in a pod
does not a quantum make!
Say would be a form
of phenominicalogical sabotage.
Actual synchronicity (?),
well maybe not.
Oneness, absolutely not
but no one would be here,
like in this here-ness,
to debate it either!
Well, actually,
syntactically speaking,
rules are for visitors from
a Newtonian mindsets,
so that they feel
more mindfully at home.
Try to immersively imagine,
consciousness without
all this compression . . .
(you might as well leave
the referential you,
the you know so well,
in the evaporative fade
of the enormity bloom,
where, when they show you
where you are,
like with an arrow,
well, you are everywhere
and nowhere
at the same time….)
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