it begins and ends with literary merit,
like literary merit of beat poems,
or notes on dance scenes,
or chunks of the subterraneans,
the way that a person can express their insides and their observations with the real scene,
and then what is actually happening is a way that a person can co-evolve with the frequencies around them
so that they are accelerating a supercharged transcendence of their own life.
Like, if reincarnation is real and you started as a bug
and you’ve made your way all the way up through the fish and the plants and the animals,
and now you’ve made it to human consciousness,
or if that’s all bullshit,
and consciousness really is just a phenomenon of being an evolution from stardust on the planet
and has come from dust and animals,
and now you are this animal,
and you’re conscious in the universe.
If all of this can be accelerated through literary merit of seeing what is,
and I will call this a data stream, of seeing what is,
and it’s compiled in a data stream,
and I will picture it like a laser or a Donny Darko heat wave.
I will picture it as something coming into the chest,
and it will picture the narrator as the character,
and they’re narrating their existence,
and the data stream is coming into their chest,
and they can interact with it,
and the frequency,
the way that they’re messing or fucking with the nodes,
and the way that they’re perceiving what is around them,
and their choices,
and how they upgrade the scene,
is how they’re going to accelerate their personal growth,
because they can grow a little bit shorthand and that could be evil.
You’d have a little bit of growth with the easy choice,
but it’s gonna knock you down further.
I don’t even know if you’d have growth.
You’d have like some sort of progress,
you had games.
But the games are short-lived.
The long games,
the games that will take you further and longer
are the sustainable ones.
These ones are not what is called evil.
These are the good ones.
And the good ones come from this perceived, knowing and connection with all that is around
because all is influencing and affecting each other in the data stream happening.
So the narrator, the character, is taking the data stream within their chest,
and they are seeing the nodes that they can connect and know and feel,
and how it will be affected onward.
And this then becomes the super lover
that is making love in, uh, like, uh, with everything that’s going on,
is making love with the fucking earth.
And the conversation gets to this point
when Sean lets me know that plastic funnels feel rigid,
that they miss being the bubbling ooze of petrol oil.
In the center of the earth,
and now that they’re converted into rigid plastic,
and he has moved his consciousness into these plastics.
It is possible to not be human.
It is possible to be an object, if only for an instant,
but in that instant of object, the object doesn’t have a brain,
so it’s just going to feel no time,
and that time of no time will be forever.
But this is the point when the conversation gets crushed into a snowflake,
when it becomes something easy, a point of connection.:.
