Split the difference. Go down the center. Remain in the middle. Be ever grounded in the handle of the tuning fork; observing the interplay between the 2 forks.
I stared at the shadow of the pen in my hand. On the paper that I had just been writing feverishly on, it cast a dark, single and concise shadow. As I lift it up, the dark shadow split into 2 identical- but different- lighter shadows.
I looked repeated around for the second light source, but there was none. I was Dreaming. I pointed with my little finger at the pen. It glowed. The faucet. It glowed. Everything glowed with an energetic light.
I looked back at the shadow, intrigued. 2 shadows, split off from a single darker, concise one. Both exactly the silhouette of the same pen. Yet, one on the left, and one on the right. At first, I thought there were indeed, 2 shadows. Then suddenly the fact that there are 3 shadows was impressed upon my attention like an indisputable law of physics. Yes; there were 3. I was distracted by left and right. But, there were in fact, 3 shadows; the left, the right, and the center one which the left and right split off of.
And I saw myself there, in the bathtub, witnessing in a moment that lasted 2 hours, the splitting off of parallel realities. I saw these in exactly the same instant;
I witnessed my mind breaking, becoming a loop upon itself, and therefor deteriorating with every futile loop back on itself into the darkness of insanity.
I witness my mind joyfully ascending into the ecstatic glory of all that is; going up and up until, it leaves finally the entire material reality behind.
And I saw myself, remaining. I saw myself in the middle seeing the insane deterioration and the ecstatic ascendence. Paradoxically, I experienced them simultaneously, in the same moment, and chose to remain, without choosing either. Knowing too, that those aspects of me that chose differently were in their respective parallel spaces and times already.
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