Change the brain.
And you will change.
Change something.
And something else will change as well.
Amazing is our ability to not see the obvious.
Think.
Could you ever speak before speaking?
(How can the obvious become obscure?)
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Multi-dimensional…
One dimension things.
Three dimension space.
Four dimension experiences.
Multi dimension beings.
Funny.
No one cares about the element that makes possible all these.
(Dead roses)
I am here. And yet I cry.
Because I see.
The glue that holds the dimensions of the cosmos can have no more dimensions than me…
(But I am no one, do you see?)
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Not even born…
Trying to remember.
What was like when we were a baby.
What we did yesterday.
How the cosmos was born.
What existed before existence.
Not for a moment can we ever contemplate.
That in a world without memories there is nothing else than our self.
Being.
Like a baby alone in the world.
Crying.
Not out of fear.
But because it knows it all.
And it can still remember that not so long ago.
It was not even born…
Poetic Philosophy 