The brain is a holy key

……..When a functioning brain, is,  what must have been intended, all is splendid, a conscience is rendered, thus full control is hindered; our minds creates its own pockets of space and time, could never be a slave to space nor time, that’s the illusion, it isn’t merely the hormonal anesthetics or the illustrious illusions, moving at the speed of thought, a whole other life is sought in mere seconds. A tallying conscience creates beautiful green hills, of life you’ve had your fill, it’s time to push away from the table, you’ve consumed so much it presses up against your navel, in letting go your new realm becomes stable.