A globe of dirt, revolving around a giant fire ball, part of an expanding universe intermingling space, time, matter..
from which I, a self-aware monkey, generate sequences of words in order to find peace?
Nothing surprises me anymore.
Our imagination, our instincts, our emotions.
Our dreams, our words, our beliefs.
They are but a small subset of what Nature generously granted us.
A drop of clarity in the ocean of the unknowable unconscious.
1) I started a dream journal
2) I reduced my stress to almost zero
3) I started fasting (〜22 hours) everyday
More space in my stomach,
more space between my thoughts, more dreams.
Or maybe not. Who knows.