Turil
I am for youthe fire within

I see inside you. I see who you are. I see your beautiful ideals. And I wish to help you find all the resources you need to make your dreams come true.
You are not here merely to make a living.
You are here in order to enable the world to live more amply,
with greater vision, with a finer spirit of hope and achievement.
You are here to enrich the world…”~ Woodrow Wilson
Love,
Turil
powdered enlightenment

The usual goal of communication is, of course, to set up “the same thought” in the receiver’s brain as is currently taking place in the sender’s brain. The mode by which such replication is attempted is essentially a drastic compression of the complex symbolic dance occurring in the sender’s brain into a temporal chain of sounds or a string of visual signs, which are then absorbed by the receiver’s brain, where, by something like the reverse of said compression — a process that I will here term “just adding water” — a new symbolic dance is launched in the second brain. The human brain at one end drains the water out to produce “powdered food for thought,” and the one at the other end adds the water back, to produce full-fledged food for thought.
I’ll let you add your own water to this particular powdered thought… :-)
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the universe begins with consciousness

The only thing I can possibly ever be absolutely convinced is true, the only thing that is utterly scientifically provable beyond a shadow of doubt, is:
awareness
Awareness can also be named consciousness, perception, or even sensation. Awareness is the experience of something. And awareness is indeed the only thing that there is simply no question about. Awareness most definitely exists. In fact, awareness (or consciousness, perception, or sensation) can be said to be the very foundation of existence itself, with everything else emerging out of awareness. Anything else anyone tries to claim is “true”, no matter how convincing the evidence, is ultimately unprovable because I could very well be experiencing an illusion. Everything else – and I mean everything else – is nothing more than theory, possibility, and conjecture. Even the idea that there is something else to be aware of isn’t provable because it’s possible that there is nothing else and that awareness is simply aware of awareness itself like an ouroboros – the snake eating it’s own tail.
Of course, there does seem to be something else, and I’m very happy to entertain the idea of all kinds of other things being real, like rain, trees, the blue green marble that I call the Earth, very, very large things that go bang, my so very passionate husband, and an almost endless supply of ocean waves playfully dancing with the sand and stones all along the shores of this quaint old place that claims to be a slightly more recent version of England. But all I really know is that I experience something that gives me the sensation that these wonderful things exist.
I am conscious of you, while being conscious that you might be nothing more than a wondrous fantasy that plays within this awareness, but since nothing is provable, anything is possible.
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