Commentary (full lesson beneath commentary) Little ego thoughts leak out the sides of my head in putrid clouds of yellow-green gaseous smoke. My mind flattens, grows quiet and still. My forehead smooths. North, south, east, west become directionless. Space evaporates. Time dissolves. The door is entry-less, movement effortless, crossing the threshold indefinable … am I(…)
No bird soars too high, if it soars with its own wings… — Friedrich Nietzsche
