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Have you ever read The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle? It's a cute short story about a German guy who figured out how to relax while writing a thesis.

I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed—and gazed—but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought: For oft, when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood, They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude; And then my heart with pleasure fills, And dances with the daffodils.

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nature is fucking metal

When I look now, before any thought about myself, “I” shows up as a clear, vibrant awake field in which everything appears: colours, sounds, body sensations, emotions, HANDS, even the thought “I.” The supposed “subject behind the eyes” is just more appearance within this same field; no hard edge marks where “self” ends and “world” begins. In ordinary play, I function as a finite avatar, but in direct seeing, the context of that avatar is unbounded awareness. The sense of being a separate someone is a deliberate narrowing of that awareness. A partition that makes self/other appear, so a shared game can happen. And this field is not a blank screen; it hums with quiet brilliance, singing every facet of itself into existence from nowhere. Every sight, breath, and heartbeat arrives already intelligently shaped. Awareness and intelligence are inseparable here, knowing and creative ordering are two facets of the same presence, among a multitude of other facets that I can access as a part of myself. When the imagined split relaxes, experience is recognised as non‑dual: one field of knowing/being that is ineffable yet obvious, and in practice, unavoidable. Within that field, two notions of truth are helpful. Relative truth is context‑bound and conceptual, claims made inside the game; useful and testable, but always interpretive, always subdivisions and approximations with opposites and errors. The Absolute Truth is what is the case prior to concepts: the full, immediate is‑ness of this moment. It has no opposite, because even “falsehood,” “imagination,” and “mistake” appear within it. If you like the metaphor, Absolute Truth is the entire intelligently structured shared dream, every avatar, every seemingly private intimation, every rule exactly as it is; relative truths are the local, partial descriptions players make within that dream. Seen this way, “others” appear because awareness self‑limits to enable connection and language. The risk is that the avatar forgets the wider context and mistakes the game for the whole. The release is re-recognising sovereignty, “I am the field, not just the avatar”, which dissolves the felt separation without ending the play; you simply play lucidly. Even the ordinary missteps, coincidences, a scrap of litter on the roadside belong to the same covert artistry. In this vast self-organising choreography, a strand of hair and a moon’s orbit fit together with the dances of dmt entities and a tumbledryer of sensations in deep dreamless sleep. Some of the things I would say ... as I drink from the flask of the absolute and feel the cool water reverberate into the relative as I dictate this to my phone, before feeling my fingers tap away at a gpt editor to consolidate it.