That the television… and so on to the internet… is a representation/replacement for the ‘dreaming window’ of our womb-life, the initial catalytic experiences of sound, emotion, movement and situation that informed our earliest dreaming.

We began life as an organ in a girl’s body. Her body was the ‘distance’ between us and birth, differentiation — our genesis into selfhood. Within her, we dreamed, and the ‘transmissions’ from without deeply informed these dreamings in ways as ineffable as they are unavoidable.

How interesting that, upon emergence, we find this sacred transport of relational input and learning co-opted by parasites busy painting dimensionless pictures of the cartoon-like idiots they would have us become.

The window was not lost when you were born. This is why you are still dreaming. Do you understand? The thing the electrical rectangles are desperate to replace… is in you. A living window into all of time and being. A -living window- inside you. This is your birthright, and this is what all the noise and spectacle and fear is meant to silence and replace.

Shut off the rectangles until you can recover the window in your conscious, waking life and moment. You will see what you secretly suspected… you are more than the sum of their science, religion, and stories combined. And you have an intelligent friend that lives outside of time and distance…