…..The mind can split itself into two, and so forth, conveniently convincing itself it’s in the room with another, and proceed to have an experience with this perceived other, a duel consciousness but one half is cloaked from the other, yet in still influences the other, as a child is by it’s mother; thus innate, but still unbeknownst influences centered in ones survival, surely this isn’t tribal, it’s been apart of us since we were primal, somehow I sense this is final. Can we ever escape the self, not to do so is described as good health; even if it’s the self that’s killing you.
- Author: EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 30th, 2023 21:26
- Category: Unclassified
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