No1Here2c

It is really all so much fun!

Exactly right. Can you see, how in there existing no thing such as limitless freedom, that that itself is the limitless freedom to which I point?

Did somebody say grab the popcorn?

To me it is more like having a pen drawn on a piece of paper, then attempting to utilize that drawing of a pen to sketch with. Never going to work.

It looks to me that you already understand anger is an ego thing. Anger as a result of personal identity. Even intense frustration, seen from the right perspective, is perfect & beautiful. Though ego itself may never understand this, consciousness can grasp this as it is absolutely true.

Imagination is the tool!

When shit hits the fan, Will I think, "oh! well how wonderful & beautiful this is" No. Most certainly not. But Absolute Beauty can be understood from a perspective which runs deeper than the ego or human mind.

Horror is only horror when you have something to defend. Beauty is unbreakable. Beauty is absolute. Ego will not grasp this. That must be grasped at the level of consciousness itself. Call it intuitive grasping below the level of selfhood.

Upon which it is no longer human imagination. Needless to say, but I shall explicate for redundancy.

Infinity is the set of all sets, but human beings cannot grasp what that truly means. Human Imagination as a subset of Infinite Imagination will never grasp the entirety without its own transcendence.

All of this is a pinprick within the pinprick of your entire life as you know it. Comfort is the very tip of a leaf on a fern branching infinitely outward. So too is horror, survival, aid, human realm, nature, and everything else you know and love. All those words & associated meanings are a function of ego's limited imagination, as an infinitesmal aspect of Infinity.

This includes all notions of choice & choosing.

Infinity Infinity is Infinity Everything you know & love is less than a pinprick on the surface of this bottomless iceberg.

Ego, being a part contained within the whole, inseparable from, acting in unison. That does not mean ego is the highest perspective that exists.

Which is to say that it is not distinct or other. Only from relative perspective is it distinct. That distinction too must collapse. The notion of 'choice' is of egoic perspective. 'Choice' is itself a differentiation, created through 'Imaginative force'.

Just another occurence. Of the exact same source & nature as all other. Only differing in quality & appearance.

Yes a wall. A chair. A book. A screen. So too thought, emotion, intuition, abstract mind. All structure. Pure Imagination is the source of all structure.

Occurence is Infinity Occurrence is Beauty Occurrence is Love Structure & occurrence are identical But not the deepest levels of Beauty/Love/Infinity Consciousness Is the absolute ground for all structure & occurnece. Consciousness cannot be collapsed.

Structure is division. Structure is separation. It is distinction. Structure is Illusory. Structure is collapsible.

Either way, thanks for making me wonder. Nothing else quite like it.

You make me wonder if we are exactly alike. Are you even there? How do you know my complete internal workings? You know exactly what to say in order to trigger empathy in me. But I wonder if that too is simply an Illusion? Where is the basis in reality? On some digital screen display? Pulling on my internal mechanisms through some specific targeted attack? Trojan horse words are they? And what now truly drives mine? Is it a place of pure intention? Or have I subversive implications? I don't believe in you. You are from my last night's dream or some odd place like that. There isn't anyone there. Not in the sense I would initially assume or imagine. It's simply, far too accurate. How do I believe such a thing? Only someone who has my exact psychological blueprint or makeup could put out words in such resonation. I question whether they come from an earnest place or a place of attempt at catalyzing a response in several differing forms. Cognitive, emotional, & behavioral response triggering. That's what this is, surely it's obvious. Or have I gone mad? Have I always been? Yeah probably. It's hard to even comment of specific accurate points that have been made, as they all say it better than I ever could. Any words I add amount to reductions in its quality. Dilution of its purity. A static to the signal. Perhaps there are no comments being looked for? Are you a real human being? Like really real? Or just not real but kind of through my personal imagination? Imaginary friend is better than none... I do not necessarily feel myself to live from high degrees of awareness in daily waking life. I think if I did maybe things would be a lot easier for me. Perhaps some rare days I am in a slightly elevated state, but most of the time I live from a slumber unbeknownst to myself, as is the nature of sleep. I do know, as a fact of awareness, that the consciousness embewed herein has occasional access to some incredible states of understanding, Insight, expansiveness, perceptual fluidity, interwoven connectivity, heightened degrees of intelligence, spiritual & mystical states, linguistic & interpretational capacities, dream adventures, voyages into the complete unknown & transcendental, divine miracle, reverential visionry, and more that it seems adding words here does not assist to describe. Consciousness itself here has a recognition of Beauty & Imagination which is either lost or hidden amongst most of humanity. This is not to say I dont have my challenges & derelictions. The domain of survival is precisely as a war zone for me. An everyday battle from which i'm never sure i'll return. Deathly battlegrounds. Between human relations, financial instability, concerns of long term health given the inavoidable toxins laced through modern 'luxuries', the capitalist system based upon corruption which I have faint dreams to be equalized. Inhumane treatment of not only our own kind but also the kind of other species. It truly puts me on edge everyday. Conscious of it or not I am in constant crisis mode. More often than not, of existential variety. It is as if I have found myself lost amidst a chaos of nobodies choosing. Nobodies ability to arrest. I have no clue, how even have I gotten here? Seems I must be dreaming. The system has gone out of control and the only way for it to stop is for it to tear itself apart & rip itself to shreds from the inside out. I feel to be at my constant breaking point. I am not upset about this. I love to walk the the brink of sanity. The most thrilling thing you will ever find. The precipice of death looms overhead, a feared but almost welcome scythe to harvest when time comes ripe. Again, I wonder if you are a real human being. It seems I resonate just a little too much with the words you have cast out like a lure, to catch my attention and reel me in. A conspired trick in order to gather more of my internal blueprint? I wouldn't doubt it. Yes I would. Not at this point. Of course I must. It appears the only logical explanation at this point. Have I gone mad in this world? Or has the world itself been tipped over the edge of sanity? I being pulled along with it? Does Naivety ever learn it's lesson do I wonder. What do you think? Must be both freeing and frightening to put one's own thoughts & emotions on the line. It feels to go deeper, as if the entirety of one's being is being placed at risk of sudden dispersal or destruction. Do I continue on? Are more words here ever going to convey the feelings within? Is there even existant a recipient I would like to receive them? I question it all. And I dont know why. I love to question. Why? Why do the very thing that will untether the only anchor left for me? So that I may drift free? To capsize along the endless sea? Follow along You & I shall see.

Nothing is not a thing to be caught up in. Nothing cannot get caught up. Nothing is Limitless Freedom. By typing these words you disprove the claim. And the occurrence is?

If you are here typing this you are caught up in somethingness. Consciously or not.

That is why you should

Take your hand, grasp an object. Where does that occur? Not where do you think it occurs Not where you imagine it to occur Where does it actually occur?