No brain soup
I will eat your eyes and drink your brain until you are floating in absence of awareness. I will leave you there as nothing until you realize that you have always been there and decide on your own to return to being something, beyond. With that realization you find yourself moving through layers of existence renewed. As you learn to rise up to your feet, you find yourself walking down the ancient hallway with the long rectangular stones beside you till you reach the end with the four foot tall, square, gray block standing in front of you. You see your own hands reaching to the top and lifting you up onto it. As you stand there the world fills with styrofoam balls flowing over your body and making designs all around you. A white stream of pea size balls moving by and sticking to you. Rolling over you until you become them, colors start to swirl in and your form holds loosely in the flow. There is a black hole floating in the space in front of you, your consciousness goes i...