The mind is the child of what the Universe brings

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Have you ever been ingenious, perceptive, acute? Have you ever had the ability to infer things other people overlooked? Have you ever penetrated, read between the lines, even if the notion resting there was abstruse?

Have you ever felt proud of it? Or, have you ever felt a bit alienated as an incurment of this percipience? Have you wished you could invite anyone else down into this nebulous, disorienting, ocean-dive feeling that your mind is subjected to as a consequence of pure, indomitable comprehension ㅡ understanding ㅡ discernment? Have you ever wanted people to transpose with you? Do you get the feeling that this has all been gratuitously pigeonholed to you? Loneliness: a comorbidity of wisdom?

Have you ever had it fuck with you, made you presume that after all, it could be that you were just confabulating thoughts? Have you ever had it evade you, become ineffable and make you struggle to articulate it to a point where vertigo and pain strike you? And with every light swivel of your head you squint your eyes, grimace, moan, and hold your head in your hand, you feel it; register that weight, of your grating, dense head. How'd that happen? How is this happening?

No matter how much you single yourself out from the rest of the world as a corollary to how you've been made to bear the weight of wisdom, your ignorance seems to govern nevertheless. There seems to be an equilibrium to be maintained, that even a near-transcendental person like you can't seem to wrap your head around. The universe might reside inside your hand, but its eminence is delimited by your resolution.

Try: Cultivating some rendition of your acuity.
Effort, resolve; these things aren't of the essence, but if you choose they can be effectively subservient to progression. Really, getting there isn't necessarily determined by any conclusive measures. It's variable, and your oyster.

Lean back, grapple your entrails, close your eyes, ASCEND ㅡ Into a higher plane of eexexistttttencece. Do it. This way, or another. This, or something else. Whatever it is, don't dare miss out. Don't dare get cold feet.

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