Princess Arabia

Yeah, go be a monk or a nun. Suggestions of killing myself would be insinuating there's an I to kill.

You are so deluded it's not even funny. I'm deluded too but I'm a little more close to the center. Of course, I'm speaking mentally. You don't look for answers to your questions you look to iterate your existing beliefs. You seek control but the control you seek is controlling you. That's the irony.

See what I mean. That's just attachment. This is why we suffer. But I won't infringe on your suffering. I'm not a Buddhist. Nor am I relating to any doctrine or philosophy. It is what I've recognized. Language and communication is still needed for this experience and language is dualistic. As long as I recognize who and what I am no need for clarity. I will still play the game as there's nothing else to do.

There is no I. That's why you're lost. Trying to find something for this I to do, to attach to. To belong. Destination for Noone. Drop the I and you won't need answers to those questions.

We can go on forever with this dream. See, Infinity at it's best. The proof is right here on this forum. Lol

So now we have 4 types of dreams. Night, day, normal and wet. All the same anyway. Infinite dreams. Maybe there's a dry dream.

That's not true it's called Empathy. Why do people fear horror movies or laugh at comedies. We can feel even when we're not actually there. Why do some of us cringe at the sight of a starving child. Because we can feel what they're going through. Reality is Imagination.

Oh I get you. Day dream as in imagination. Like day dreaming about having sex with a porn star. I get it.

All dualities must collapse

God is the proof. Hehe

Love it!

Ok, Sounds like you were referring to 3 different dreams - day, night and normal.

What's the normal dream?

This sounds like Reality. Nondual/dual, Relative/Absolute. The (/) represents the silence.

It would blow me away right through this computer to your house choking the shit outta you for making me listen to it while trippin. I would land right on your lap trippin' all the way to Tristan Infinitude if I was to try shrooms or acid.

Lmao

Thank you

Life is a Self-Composing symphony; and it's objective is to make the best performance ever - an Infinitely emotive TRISTAN CHORD. Music is the cosmic heartbeat of the will to live. The music of the spheres is the collective effort of every soul's note that produces the music of God. It's all of us or none of us. All for one and one for all. In order to play perfectly, we need to be united with the rest of the souls together so the Universe can play in perfect accord. That's the performance of life. A performance we're all destined to play. THE MUSICAL THEORY OF EXISTENCE by Steve Madison. (I ran into this awhile back and thought it was beautiful; so I saved it).

That looks like a pot of Chili gone wrong.😍

I don't think I'll get there. I can see the beauty in mental suffering because I can switch my thoughts, but not diarrhea. Suffering is mental, diarrhea is fucking gross physically draining and your ass hurts.

The bathroom is imaginary. You asked for that one. Hehe

"Nobody complains" is an exaggeration in itself.

Thank you. This was very lovely to read.