The only way out of the conceptual frame work of thought is either into coherence or total incoherence during sleep or at the moment of death or mastered though meditation.
You are always with me As I am always with you We endured fate looking on to tomorrow Until tomorrow ended A type of faith holds me to you For my faith is not in the world
Stand guard at the gate of your mind Opened to the world The otherness of wide open space Integrating and observing a part of the consensus of reality Playing a part in the great dyad
