Lake Nakuru: photograph by Gareth Codd Escaping this bardo. What wonderfully whole and rich lives we lead in sleep, how wonderfully whole we are with each three dimensional unit of dream meaning following another in a succession that is so superior, in many ways, to the superficiality of waking consciousness. If only we could preserve this holistic reverie when conscious and communicate this daydream of love and gratitude to our dearest ones, how like music it is, how intoxicating it is and will be for the future generations who will finally be fully human. What is the poverty of thinking in the penumbral, the casual and associative trippery of being awake, when being awake is to be one eyed, with one hemisphere left comatose, supine. Either that or the slow and partial reconstruction of complete apprehension where being and existence run up against each other in a book: a slow reconstruction, Ulysses perhaps when the unconscious joins of the conscious are exposed in an orgy of cross r
Left wing commentary from the heart and the head