February 3, 2015 12:54 PM
The book… it’s too clunky. Too much head, and not enough heart.
Time to harmonize its nature.
I’m sick of theories.
It’s time for the tide to change.
Saw the movie Birdman. All about meaning and existential angst. Good movie. Funny, but dark.
The sense of self. Self-absorption. The mind turned inward. Even Michael Keaton gets it.
Change of subject, sort of: I’ve been getting a few comments and a bunch of emails on this Gas Gauge of Death thing lately. No matter how many times I explain it, they just don’t seem to get it.
Reality is right here, right now. Everything else is just noise in the mind.
I doubt I’ll address this issue anymore. I’m so tired of the drama. So tired of their fears. So tired of explaining myself.
The Present = Reality.
The Ominous Future = A whirling illusion in the mind.
Why should I feed the illusion?
Like This? Buy the Book...
Purchase A Mystic's Journal on Amazon