Reality is itself the drug of experience. It
is as metaphor, a type of morphine, a symbology, a type of sugar, and a logic, as a binding agent. The building
of the ‘now’ bomb is a present of such explosiveness that the model for time is
altered. Genitalia provide convenient handles for the masks of gender bound
hormonal smiles or frowns. Wakefulness is a state of residue, a depositing into
opinion or judgment, the otherwise flow of life energy. Personality is a
low-grade fuel of metabolism. Reality’s mindstate is a medium of switchbox
templates, as a form of double blind on and off switches. It is a combination
that allows the mix of fluid chemistry that composes bodily endeavor and, on
the highest order of development, feeds reality the experience medium from
which we compose consciousness. That consciousness is a shorthand form of
understanding or style of brain activity. The enlightened question about the
brain being a depositor or resonator is fundamental to the sourcing of existence
as this consciousness. Reality is itself, is also this drug pusher’s
environment, a medium of creating and mixing the chemistry for the composition
of this illusion of form. Reality is itself, yet we use it to identify us . . .
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