My whole being is but a small part of the neurological make up of all existence.
I am but an organic synaptic receiver and transmitter of information.
Paradoxically there is nothing more nor anything less than what I am.
Multiple metaphors rising in my mind, blurring any distinction of reality.
As above, so below.
Soil, rivers, mountains, trees and rain.
Flesh, blood, bone, lungs and tears.
Atoms, neutrons, protons and electrons.
Planets, moons, stars and galaxies.
Seemingly the only division between myself and the entirety of existence is my thought.
I am and am not the centre of the universe depending on my perspective at any given moment.
I am simply an energetic event in a vast infinite ocean of seamless unified energetic activity.
Nothing more and nothing less.
My previous human egoic self can never recover.
For such awareness washes away the ego as a tsunami would a sandcastle.
My perception of reality forever altered.
I am no longer condemned to the imagined solitary existence of an imprisoned soul in a dying body.
But as with everything there comes a price.
I walk this world seemingly alone in this knowledge.
All around me individuals and societies enact a form of reality of which I cannot honestly neither acknowledge nor partake.
Not that I was given a choice.
However I would rather be in this place of liberation than chained eternally to the blinkered vision of mortal men.