ORIGINAL work

 
 

 
   

“Mush.  It’s all mush.  Everything that you see, you see only because your mush tells you that its there.    Your mush is just mush, your body is just the receptacle run by your mush.  You, however, are simply a temporary resident, and your mush is but your temporary physical manifestation.  Everything is everything, and everyone is a part of the universal greater being.  Yes, your mush is made up of neurons and electrical synapses, and yes your mush dies when the charges stop a chargin’ along, but you do not cease to exist.  You, free of your shell, are reunited with everything as energy.  You become a part of everything, and everything remains a part of you.  The rock, the tree, the air, the sea―all are interconnected to each other by their collective energies.  There is no up or down.  No top or bottom.  The energy, like time and space, curves.  Curves eventually come back on themselves.  There is no beginning.  There is no end.  There is the now, which is what was and what will be.  And you and I are part of it, as we always have been, and as we always will be.  The details change.  The particulars change, but the story, the cycle remains unchanged, self-perpetuating in total balance.  Good and bad.  All good must come from bad, as all bad comes from good.  We are all a part of this, albeit small ones individually.  The mush is but of the short term, and it must be kept in perspective.  The mush is not all there is, and the mush cannot see all that there is.  The mush can but perceive the here and now; can only see the physical.  But you, the energy residing in the mush, can sense and interact with the mind at large with little physical effort.  Turn the focus of the mush inward instead of outward.  Gain conscious control of your energy, and use it to see without seeing.”

 
       And with that, I again looked out of the window towards the scene I had been looking at before, and took another sip of the coffee that had gotten too cold to drink long ago.  It was getting close to three in the morning, and the night was coming to and end.  I do miss these conversations, since they all left for the here and there.  I shall have to roll this one over and refine my argument; it still needs work and more depth.  
 

::looks down at check::

 
       Buck thirty-two.  Not bad.

 

 
 

 

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