temporary rebirth of the sun god in my subjectival cosmosphere
back of mind, top of sky
skin of meaning
in and out of reality,
music the madness the mind
God, no Sun, physical entity,
God, yes surreal ball of whorling fire gas
Sun, projection of collective
unconsciousness, center of
overmind, wonderbeing, formed
We make everything: so
we make the sun
The sun is only as real as
we make it
The world is as it is and
it is as we make it
What one mind dreams is a dream
What many minds dream is reality
What kind of space are
these words floating in?
The universal inner image of creation beauty light, wonder, source
being, projected outward, transformed through nonlocal quantum magic,
into the quizzical quasi particulate waveform configuration
conglomeration madness we call the actual world, manifests itself as
the solar sphere
Those Incas barefoot sundrunk shortstatured weren't so bloody
fucking dumb after all
9,048,273. Ben Goertzel is reborn as a modern-day sunworshipper.
Looks out the hotel window, past mountains and endless Inca
ruins, and thrills to the core with divine yellow craziness.
9,048,274. The moment fades. But it was amusing enough!
It will always be somewhere