I never really awaken. I go from dreams and sleep to wakefulness sure enough, but what I ‘awaken’ to is a stranger kind of dreaming. A nested dream of incredibly convincing structure. I remember moments in childhood when I awoke doubting all human culture explicitly. And moments in my second childhood when I would awaken, and then I would actually begin to wake up.

The effect is startling to say the least. Identity and meaning are no longer ‘received at the hand of common definition’. They become intelligently liquid, and begin to comprise tapestries of a form of transcendental information that teaches itself to you… Then ours does a similar dance… and -this- starts to look like … well… something like awakening.