……..To know that I am; man, god and nature seems inter-dimensional, almost fictional; if knowledge is power then what is being, should I believe what I’m seeing, a deeper sense of self is more keen, to know a consciousness more submerged then your spleen, it knows right from wrong beyond what mere reasoning can conjure up, it could never measure up, that’s usually the place where we get stuck, even instincts are passed down from surviving genes, that’s not the consciousness that I mean, it’s similar to being conscious while you dream. It’s separate from all that is, you’re more likely to understanding Frank Baum from watching the Wiz, we should start studying finger paintings done by new born kids.