Of The Step of Eroch Outside of The End
Surfing on the lifewaves of pure human thought. Look into the water! The framework and the foundation! The physical dimension is the tip of the seaweed! The weed runs deep. Life, God, Bliss, Absolute Rapture! The chaotic steel-bar foundation. Pureness. Pure underlying being Thoughts are surfing with me, beside me. They are my equals, the non-substance as me. Everything streamlined, yet connecting at every point to every other point. Glissening.
A faint voice in the distance. “Watch out for the rock, dude! Stop looking down.” Ow!
Where’s my surfboard? Surf’s up!