Hello Alex.

Everything in our life is consciousness.

In consciousness we are

that which is impersonal.

It is that which is under our human form,

the veil to oblivion,

that which gives us a belief,
in our mental abilities and ego.

In fact, humans no longer remember that 
they are pure consciousness and impersonal.

They believe in the individual person with
a lot of selfishness, and all the rest.

It is the "game".

The one game I might even call

in fact, "I" am the "game".

It makes me think of the Bible story
about Lucifer, who was an angel of light

that rebelled,

covered with the veil or web
that is human,

he rebelled.

There is little evidence of Lucifer
other than consciousness

forgetting,

forgetting who he/she is.

It is two!

Therefore all,

consciousness without the dream

is nothing!

Damn, it is nothing but
the nothingness of all that it is.

(far away from where the cow moos...)

And all will only list, without history

of any kind, that which awards
the veil of forgetfulness,

stories about what precisely appears!

All that appears is contraction,
and only contraction is looked at.

In fact,

if all this is true

all is rest and peace.

For nothing,

absolutely nothing,

it does not matter,

all that it represents.

Can you tell me if the mind in this place

said

to R.P.

that it is full of delirium
or madness, or if

it approximates what is true?

Thank you to you.

Thank you for your email.

Ah... But,

therefore,

the intellect continues its delirium,

even when,

when it...

Pfft...

concocts the..

sublime theories that
seem to capture

the reality or truth,

and yet, one cannot approach the reality.

That's the thing, one can not get close, 
because it is too close,

the reality is too close, We cannot
get close. Any closer is remoteness.

And yet, I want to say, bravo,

bravo,

poor,

have you laid,

is ... and yes it appears to be approaching.

Yes but non! (Alex giggles) This is...

But, I understand exactly what...pfft...

you have tried to do...

But, right now have freedom,

and joy and good humor,

and then, put it in the trash.

But it is really nice that you wrote, 
for... Huh!

We put it in the trash.

The trash is emptied.

And then, nothing!

Hmmm...

Thank you my brother.