“How can the coyote reach outside except by thrusting through the wall? To me, the roadrunner is that wall, shoved near to me. Sometimes I think there’s naught beyond, but ’tis enough. She tasks me; she heaps me; I see in her outrageous strength, with an inscrutable malice sinewing it. That inscrutable thing is chiefly what I hate; and be the roadrunner agent, or be the roadrunner principal, I will wreak that hate upon her.”
Wile E. Coyote, Genius
One day you’re sitting around in the state we’re calling asleep-in-the-dream, sub-lucid, normal waking consciousness. So what’s wrong with that? Nothing is wrong with that. How can anything be wrong when it’s all just appearance? There are no superior or inferior states, just different states. There is no better place to be than where you are. Until you think there is. Then there is.
And now, for some reason, you think there is.
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