the toxic noise

the toxic noise nightmares, dreams ..iterating through events about to come the mind it cleans? unresolved issues for some the probing of oneself ..in "sleep", unresolved thoughts become the source of stress it's what happens when you leave your desires on the shelf doubt turns the brain into a mess with the body left behind ..there are fewer distortions of the truth panic, fear, paranoia...are just bodily pathologies of the mind even with eyes, we are blind...the physical is just a booth freedom of the chains that hold us within ..needed is...an understanding of the source of subjegation uninhibited desire of that not in hand--the petri dish of sin hear the wet cement of indecision drip, as a superficial intonation when in bliss, there's no need to seek the comfort of "control" ..we see reality, it makes us take part in sorrow..how unnecessary it all is death is just a shadow, a curtain, but with the mind we extol with the release of trepidation, nervous adrenaline begins to fizz the universe is as complicated as it is expansive ..our comsmological insignificance is mystifying, how are we supposed to fit and just be? what is eternal? what is absolute? do we really need the body to live? traveling with thought, the ephemeral stops its need....the subconcious learns to "see" "see" time as a gap ..as a discontinuity of reality the bounds of life are transcended, gone is the chronology, the "map" the past, present and future are now, know this...and you will be free -d. '01