Traveling Without Language, Episode III
This is how we discover our true selves. The Buddhist no-self is here, but it is still a self. This is where we find our reincarnations, and how they arise. Reincarnations are memetic transfusions ... each consciousness lies at the intersection of matter and ideas. Flesh into Word into Flesh into Word into Flesh. You can create flesh, or you can create word, or you can create both. I create word.
I have written into my left side, Be
I have written into my right side, Do
Realism is mine, my miracles,
Take all of the rest -- take freely -- I keep but my own -- I give only of them,
I offer them without end -- I offer them to you wherever your feet can carry you, or your eyes reach.
-- Walt Whitman
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