Love, factually

Following his most memorable expedition, author/pyschonaut/anglophonic gentleman Aldous Huxley wrote to a friend to express his overwhelming realization that love is the primary and fundamental cosmic fact.

Face in the mirror

We are not what we identify with. I identify with what I see in the mirror, but the image isn’t me. Narcissus failed to make this distinction.

Word to the critic

In order for me to see a fault, I must have the fault. I announce my own defect by pointing out its existence in someone else.

Clear seeing is sight cleansed of judgement.

Finding myself

Each person expresses the same consciousness. When I meet you behind your eyes, on the other side of the thought screen, I find the essence of myself, the love that I am.

Astigmatism occurs when my vision becomes obscured by memories of pleasure (what I want) and of pain (what I avoid). These memories coalesce into habits. Habits entwine, stiffen, become coarse and spiny-briny. During which process the inevitable happens: I lose my yield.