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   From: wudao@wuji.net   
      
   Tang provided:   
      
   ><focus a hiding spot, if you will, an unbecome-ness wherein   
   >when i 'return' and take on identification once again, i notice   
   >that sometimes the mind is rambling about on its own about   
   >trivial crap like it is running on kinetic energy or something   
   >and as my gravity of focus shifts to the thoughts, their   
   >energies and their content change dramatically.  sometimes   
   >i get to where i can unbecome while i'm talking to someone   
   >and i sit back and wonder who it is that is speaking.>>   
      
   There is no who, in such a state.   
   And where there was not I, there is.   
      
   First there is a mountain then there is no mountain ... .   
      
   Language invokes interrogatives taken for granted   
   as existing when, prior to language, they don't.   
      
   To presume there is a what,   
   called, consciousness, or what ever-it may   
   be called a presumptious feast of words in the making.   
      
   A quest of what, of who is, of whom, of why, of where,   
   of when, of how as if any or all of those forms form   
   of themselves such as they dew.   
      
   Left on their own, they evaporate quicker than you may   
   notice without going saying as consciousness involves   
   and evolves its elves as an electro-magnetic wave   
   form is self perpetuating thru the Field.   
      
   It is the Field that flowers.   
   People may think they are real.   
   Flowers of the Field. And sew their seeds.   
   Of consciousness, chemistry, pods and flowers.   
      
   Consciousness mushrooms.   
   As mushrooms find their rooms within.   
      
   First there is no mushroom then there isn't then there is.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)