That thing in your head, your people call it ‘your brain’.

It’s not yours. It’s not ‘a brain’.

It’s the »sky.

All of it.

In all of time.

It’s a localization of all moments of all beings and features in all of time. And space. Origin.

But you’re so busy »thinking, and making machines, that you lost contact with »the origin of your own mind, in your own mind.

You’re mistranslating the signal.

It’s buried in thinking-noise.

The inside of your skull?

Is the outside of time and space — in being and consciousness.

When you look up on a clear night, you’re seeing your own mind’s origin, moment-to-moment. Forever.