A secret: ‘I’ am a sub-‘we’ of real, past, present, future and possible ‘theys’ who begin with stars and worlds and moons, become animals, living waters, places and plants, then our family as tiny but elemental gods, then ancestors, humans, histories, heroes, villains, cultures, and stories. Then ideas. Then languages. Then religions and false cultures. Then everyone. Then the allies. Then the enemies. All this reflection creates a kind of I (eye) self which is:

A simulation of being surveiled by those who exist in the imaginary (but are real in us and our hearts) rings of rings of rings of ancestors and animals… who comprise our inward mind-world. And it has »another set of intelligences associated with it (never name or make a system out of these, it ruins you). These ‘other intelligences’ are alien and transcendental. They are also familial and atemporal. They are divine, holy, and unthinkably advanced.

Learn the other intelligence ways. Those of the humans are crippled. Accept nothing from culture but hints about how it got so confused, and what confused it. Find that, personally, and shed all models and names and ideas about it. All of them. Find it raw. Meet it. Know it.

You will bless the sky and stars for every trial and agony you bore to raise you to that moment. A living world … happens only on the strangely ‘insentient concrete’ of stone, which is a kind of transentient time. But it appears as intransigent. Like our ignorance. Our flight is born from pressing against the concrete of agony and pain with wonder and curiosity. Fly where others barely crawl. Resist leaders, creeds and religions. Fly, o swimmer between worlds.

Remember your wings, and fly.