Fleeting worlds fly through our minds, like flags we chase after and never quite catch. Fantastic features, adventure, fire and vision …
And another great tool is available: consciousness, something that recognizes everything, even itself. Something that knows it is. And yet it goes on:
Deep inwardly, overpersonal, formless, intelligent, unable to judge, shining with joy is oneself. The fullness of being only waits to be played by the „I“. Life just loves being so much and experiencing itself in all its forms …
