The line between what’s real and what’s not is worryingly out of our control.
When we take a moment to examine the fabric of space-time — when we crush our tiny cone of perception back into it — it all starts to look like the same geometric nightmare.
There isn’t really an I or them it’s just us.
Surrendering our limited, singular view of the world for a moment helps to remind us that we’re never separate. Just little nodes of awareness popping up to see what we look like from different angles. Experiencing the potential of the universe through as many different views as possible.
Inseparable from the ether, no matter how long we spend telling ourselves otherwise. No sense in trying to fight it closing.
Just enjoy the connection while it’s open.