I sometimes wonder what would happen if the essence of us wasn't contained and restricted by our skin and bone and the miracle of our inner organs and that mystery that is our brain. What would happen if we were not trapped in this physical skin-prison? What would happen if the skin-prison released us? We would just be out there, swirling thoughts and swirling dreams, swirling with each other, together.
Never individual.
Never individual.
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I think, even without the skin and other outward 'stuff', we'd still be the individuals we are. Like jinns.
Neena! It's been so long. I feel like an old friend just dropped by unexpectedly. How strange.
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