[3/19/2013 8:09:47 PM] Diarbe: ...and I was sitting there contemplating the meaning of life... sitting in a sort of mental dust storm cloud...
[3/19/2013 8:13:13 PM] Diarbe: and I found the meaning of life become clearer as time went by...
[3/19/2013 8:13:30 PM] Diarbe: by coping with that cloudy obscuration... along the way..
[3/19/2013 8:13:39 PM] Diarbe: I found the storm cloud is like..... a conglomerate of minds...
[3/19/2013 8:13:55 PM] Diarbe: it IS..... The Conglomerate of Minds...... perceived as a strange noise that fills mental space.

[3/19/2013 8:14:38 PM] Diarbe: Don't be surprised if you can't seem to get out of the "dust cloud" easily.
[3/19/2013 8:14:58 PM] Diarbe: It was what I aimed to do from the earliest time I realised there was such a thing.
[3/19/2013 8:15:40 PM] Diarbe: I think it is the price we pay for being born here to have sex and eat delicious food and dance etc... we pay by
[3/19/2013 8:15:52 PM] Diarbe: putting up with The Conglomerate of Minds.......  'til we learn how to deal with it. At first I found it is less a case of changing the cloud, but changing one's relationship to it. It's not what it does to you but how you re-act to it. Eventually it moves away and fades from one's Personal Universe. There are those who don't want you to know this.




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