I’m tired. The chemicals impede the overlarge cranial cavity. At the end of this day.
We go a little crazy every day and hopefully crawl out of the muck tomorrow to make sense of it all… or at least part of and put it down for some other seekers. We crawl into bed and wait for the stages of sleep that are supposed set us in new ways of sanity.
We’re all in here somewhere, but we struggle. We want to see, to know, to be self-realized – god-realized, know the reality is various chemical reactions of the mind.
Good light. I will see you tomorrow.