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“The defining delusion of the human condition is that a world exists “out there” that is entirely separate from mind. All fallacies in thinking flow from this delusion. In fact, the world “out there” is no more separate from mind than a dream is separate from its dreamer. The dream is a construct of the dreamer, and unfolds within the dreamer’s mind. Exactly the same is true of the “world”. It is constructed by the collection of all minds and unfolds within the Collective Mind, which is exactly why it is objective and the same for everyone. The world, therefore, is simply a collective rather than individual dream … a constant dream rather than an ever-changing dream, a dream we can leave (when we go to sleep) and then re-enter (when we awake). Nothing much has changed while we have been gone!”

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Book:Ontological Mathematics for the Curious: An Introduction to Ontological Thinking
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“Only the life within hm was real, the anguished beating of his heart, the nostalgic sting of longing, the joys and fears of his dreams. To them he belonged; to them he abandoned himself. Suddenly, in the middle of a page or a lesson, surrounded by his classmates, he'd sink into himself and forget everything, listening only to the rivers and voices inside himself which drew him away, into deep wells filled with dark melodies, into colorful abysses full of fairy-tale deeds, and all the sounds were like his mother's voice, and the thousands of eyes all were his mother's eyes.”

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Author:Herman Hesse
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“I know what she smells like. This little freckle on her neck when she pulls up her hair. Her upper lip is a little plumper than the lower. The curve of her wrist, when she holds a pen. It’s wrong, really wrong, but I know the shape of her. I go to sleep thinking about it, and then I wake up, go to work, and she is there, and it’s impossible. I tell her stuff I know she’ll agree to, just to hear her hum back at me. It’s like hot water down my fucking spine. She’s married. She’s brilliant. She trusts me, and all I think about is taking her to my office, stripping her, doing unspeakable things to her. And I want to tell her. I want to tell her that she’s luminous, she’s so bright in my mind, sometimes I can’t focus. Sometimes I forget why I came into the room. I’m distracted. I want to push her against a wall, and I want her to push back. I want to go back in time and punch her stupid husband on the day I met him and then travel back to the future and punch him again. I want to buy her flowers, food, books. I want to hold her hand, and I want to lock her in my bedroom. She’s everything I ever wanted and I want to inject her into my veins and also to never see her again. There’s nothing like her and these feelings, they are fucking intolerable. They were half-asleep while she was gone, but now she’s here and my body thinks it’s a fucking teenager and I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what to do. There is nothing I can do, so I’ll just . . . not.”

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Book:Love on the Brain
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