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Right before an opinion, label, or preference there is a me. A me hardware arises to run my endless thought programs. A belief makes a me.  Divisions perturb a me.  Hatreds slice a me to slivers. To judge everything needs a me separate from its surroundings. The environment divides itself?  The multiverse divides, too? Have you become an adrift particle out of the waves? "I hate I am not this.  I want to be that."  Endlessly... Fractal suffering!! The self arises only to dance in madness. When the self is released, quiet and inner peace melt "ourselves" into open, non language.  It's the only peace I've known. There is no me able to believe in nothing. It is a self believing in oblivion. Look around. Oblivion is absurd! The vacuum writhes with energy and creation. Pure potential, not pure nothing. Tao speaks of return. We return to openness with our multiverse and universe. How could we have ever been separate from these things?

I cannot speak of it, but to explain it as dark shimmering at every point of its existence.  It is frothing being and non-being at every instance in spacetime.  Frothing seems at every point of herenow. There is a structure to the frothing, luckily for all.  Geometry lies at the heart of it.  Out therethen is chaos.  Herenow calms and is calm.  You must renew it, though, always.  Geometric structures are balanced and harmonic in their energy efficiency flows. Layers upon endless layers of being pile upon it, first semi-formed, then slightly more formed in my dream clarification.  We can zoom in and out. My Dream of Sparkling Oblivion I seemed to be in space, but a part of space, as if totally... one... with... space.  I was dazed and looked to my left.  The being was made of the stars and galaxies. It smirked and I realized I was in the car with it, along for the ride.  Warp drive was enabled and the stars became smears ...