May 18, 2019
There's no falling away from inside the bolted brain. In a fever the collective gathers its energy. Out of a tiny port one sees the expansion. The body moves accordingly, as slow as one might imagine a black hole might move when under the influence of an attractive idea inside itself. The infolding continues. You know the image. A tennis ball turning itself inside out. This goes way beyond that. You're kept. There's no leaving this space. It created its own prison by agreement. One can only see outside thru imagination. What exists is a fascinating contradiction. Nothing falls away.