It’s part of my mind, or body, or thereabouts.
It’s why dreams (and supposedly the afterlife) invariably involve time, space, people etc.
Raw reality is made of vibes or poetry. A song without words. Then the translator adds the words.
It’s part of my mind, or body, or thereabouts.
It’s why dreams (and supposedly the afterlife) invariably involve time, space, people etc.
Raw reality is made of vibes or poetry. A song without words. Then the translator adds the words.
A common mistranslation.
When Abraham asked what happens on the other side, God said “…uhh, nothing?” Which implies that it’s a bitchin’ party that Abe wasn’t invited to.