Follow me

-Part XV-

Pour down all your prejudices. It's really annoying the way you grab them like they're life supporters. And it's a wonder how you came this far carrying those.

I'm entangled here. Deep down in all the things I ever wanted to see. I just gazed at the mesh, I took but a peek into the Indra's net and bam! I can't think of things separately.

I'll try to explain.

No thought anymore comes alone. There's no way I can concentrate in a thing since there's no more such thing as a single, unique, thing. I can see the connections, see? D'ya see what I'm doin' here? Hear me?

You are not what you think you are anymore than I'm not whatever image I had of myself. You can only be defined by what you're not. And that changes a lot. Then you figure out that it can be you that's changing, not the object you're referring to. Either that or you're changing the friggin' subject whilst you're observing it.

Look at me. Look at yourself. See the difference? Neither I do.

Now be a nice boy and pass the salt.