meat market

1950 hours (34 pre-wintersolstice, 08) -- of course there are the folk who for whatever reason are invested in the hostess twinkie walmart world as the one and only reality (fear? thick transliminal membrane? need for control? beats me) who would say that the expanded consciousness i embody is nothing positive at all but a fruitless deviated sidetrack based on some early survival strategy similar to multiple personality disorder or some other form of dissociation due to inescapable childhood trauma and explain the experiences of paul, meister eckhart, rumi, hafiz, evelyn underhill, ruysbroeck, joan of arc, john of the cross, muhammad, jesus, moses, abraham, eckhart tolle, yogananda, aurobindo, and so on as due to physiological aberrations or hiccups of the brain so to speak while folk who live in meat reality are in the real world in fact the only world well what can i say except that's a load of horse shit and just because they have a thick transliminal hymen they may never be penetrated by the divine and may die as intact generic-gender spinsters bless their hearts and encapsulated brains