Mind

It seems to me that my mind has texture, like the air I breathe has texture. With texture comes a certain solidity, something tangible, something that may be perceived or experienced, and shaped. From encounters with Reality, I'm left with impressions.

Friday, 18 December 2009

All is real

All is real, or rather, everything is as real as anything else.

Nothing is just a fantasy.

The magician, and the siddhi, knows this. For them, there is no difference between the dream, the imagined, and the conventional reality.

Therein lies their power.
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