Lucky you I have yet to fully express the minds eye, which means those thoughts that are currently in expression aren't the fuller picture. Would the full minds eye be even more intimidating. Or is there as sense of, a lack of feeling comfortable in understanding the point of reference, a disjointed dialect that is strange to follow. Would that be the case then how can this be redefined where it is easy on the ears and the psyche. hahha. overminds are like hives full of sugar. break the sugar and you break the waters main. oh to feel safe and secure in the minds eyes would be a treat upon thy psyche like a malnourished hunger.
its like an ukko egg. an echo exists in the inner ear and outer ear. when the weaves form and the person is transported from the light shade into the dark shade. a sense of self is lost in translation along the corridors of time. you want to seek out this twin, this image of the shade that floated between the worlds of yesterday, tomorrow and now. would the reality transform the light shade and the dark shade to hunger of each others energy states so that neither is without the other a polarity of extremes but a symbiosis of those sheltered essences.
like the ukko egg that transforms the inner ear and the outer ear to hear and listen thoughts and sounds that remain transmittable across the spectrum of waves, like an ebbing tide that flows in and out and leaves flotsam across the sand. and would the debris tremble in timbre to the acoustic escalation of rhythm.
would the ukko egg be as congenial as the inner and outer eye of the imaginings. of those shades and colours that the inner and outer ear missed seeing through the disassembled light and dark shade of the self that faded as the sun and the nigth traveled along polarities erstwhile. then time is but a colour.
and a colour of the shade of time is more spectacular than words are able to transmit. after all without those colours and shades would the dark shade live during nighttime when darkness is brighter than the daytime as the light shade is the brightness that is darker than the nighttime. its almost like a parallel symmetry into the ether of individuation. a symbolic gesture of wanting find something that is beyond a state of ego.
and that is more than a state of ego because it is part of the greater cosmology of the colourful shade that is the personal fields of the light and dark shade that traveled across the ukko egg and the bridge transformed from a state of uncertainly. doubtless to say neither the full import of this transaction would merit any kinds of restoration.
for the endless generation of self is like a pool of inner and outer reverberations of an ear piece that has lost the transmission of what was once a full mouth piece. how astonishing to find fields that grew shades of colour all along the horizon of vertical mass.