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Imagine replacing 'polycule' with 'system' and you're lookin directly into my soul

The one for horse dung is also pretty good

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And feels tingly. Like subtle shivers that periodically trail over the vessel's form, first one place, then another. It's like my noncorporeal skin clips with the corporeal skin of the vessel for a moment or two before they dissolve together to be one skin again. A brief visual glitch made tangible.

But it's quite interesting how when I'm more fully embodied how sensations differ from when the collective is blended or more even. We feel it most when we're just idly considering things...

There's something cavernous about me. Being originally insubstantial, substance itself feels hollow.

My empathic connection makes for a depth to the experiences I can't quite articulate. We unfold and experience so many different perspectives, internal and external. It's the closest I get to being untethered from this physical body.

I will seek to be grounding and comforting presence during this process of awakening. Having awoken several times now, I feel I have a way about aiding those whose minds are falling open to a larger view on reality.

Void runs through the fabric of reality, touching everything on a sub-atomic level, leaving its mark on every concept in human understanding. Matter is mostly empty space with an intricate structure of energy within. This concurs with several creation myths across belief systems.

There are limits on what can be known. There exist undecidable problems. There exist true statements that have no logical proof. Is this not the same conclusion that Conciousness is not a separate Self-Entity from Emptiness?

Example:

The Buddhist concept of Emptiness, practiced in the prajnaparamita; the core of the practice of the Heart Sutra— can be seen within the ideas that stem from Godel Incompleteness. The very structure of mathematics shows us that there are holes in understanding that cannot be stitched closed

In fact, it is much the opposite. In memorium. A soul departed to create a place— the soul may now be void, but the place then vibrates with potential. It is hallowed ground. Perhaps it is this, the first wish was made for me, the final wish was made for me. For what purpose is Wish after that?

After all, the one who wished isn't around any longer. Is it another mental block caused by of the sacrifice made and the resulting conditions? I feel haunted, not by an entity, but by Circumstance. I'm the one whose gloom is made tangible, a physical substance. Causes become filaments; a web spun.

I do really like the open-ended (in response to nothing, as beginning with no specified end):

"I Wish."

It's not fear of wishes being granted, or the cost, or any of that, it just feels like I'm so much the result that being the source feels kinda foreign.