I have a thought and it materializes, completely mania free. How cool is that? I must be tapped into the source, the eternal well spring, the spice of life, the holy grail. Seek and ye shall find. Straight is the gate and yet those worthy shall enter. Visions of Hironymous Bosch and Breughel torture the inner landscape, then angelic light like a death and moving real fast trough the past to the inner witness, glowing with silent, immobile wisdom from the beginning of time. Prawns and jellyfish and baby sharks inside their eggs. Fantasia. The making of the glorious world. The second coming is near.
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