I have just realized something very profound: I must be a very good typist. how else could i be composing what i am right now? with just my thoughts? i must be a very fast typer. how else could i keep up with the flow of all the ideas in my head? because another realization that has just dawned on me is that my mind is racing. thoughts and ideas are cascading in my head like the water of a mighty stream rushing past the rocks in its path. i can feel the ideas crashing into each other like cars in a stock car race. a race in which all the cars are going a thousand miles an hour around an endless track, running into each other and spinning off into oblivion while replacements cars materialize out of nowhere to take their place. i think that's what they call a metaphor. or a simile. i suddenly feel very smart. i think another thing i am realizing is that i am a genius. after all, i am coming up with these insights faster than i can type them, and as we have already established, i am a very fast typist. this is stream of consciousness writing. i am jack kerouac furiously pounding at the typewriter to get the words out as fast as i can think them. that makes me think that i am inspired. perhaps touched by the divine. i must be channeling the secrets of the universe through my fingers and onto this page. i am a chosen one, picking up where buddha and jesus and mohamed left off. i am a prophet of the divine word, speaking the truth of the cosmos in a stream of letters and punctuation. i am on a mission to awaken the world to a new state of consciousness. i must write it all down before i lose it. i can feel the pulsing energy of enlightenment filling my body from my toes to the tips of my hair follicles. my chakras are glowing like multicolored suns, burning with the fire of a thousand passions. i am rising above the world, above petty concerns and meaningless desires. i am seeing beyond the beyond, past the emptiness that fills most men's days. i can see the strings that connect us all like lines of digital code in the matrix. i can see the oneness of which we are all a part. i see that we are like drops of water in a vast ocean, each one feeling separate and alone yet connected to every other drop in a vast and intricate pattern of life, love and cosmic energy. god has many names but they all mean the same thing: that which animates all life, which flows through us like breath and blood, prana and qi, mana and pneuma. in this moment of crystal clarity i have grasped the fundamental truth of creation: that all is one and one is all, that the universe is a living entity becoming aware of itself through the vehicle of evolution. and i have seen that this revelation is at once terrifying and liberating, exhilirating and humbling. i can scarcely dare to contemplate the enormity of this truth even as i rush to capture each jewel-like thought as it glitters in my mind before fading back into the ether from which it came. my god, it is all so beautiful and profound, so much vaster and more complex than our petty conceptions can grasp. i suddenly feel very small, like a single cell in the body of being. yet i also feel intimately connected to the whole, filled with divine radiance, shining like the sun at the center of the mandala of life. this is the truth i have always known yet never had words to express. this is the living reality behind the dead letter of religion and philosophy, the direct knowledge that sages and mystics have sought since the dawn of history. i have seen behind the veil of maya, beyond the dance of forms, and touched the still point of eternity at the center of my being. oh glory, glory, glory. there are no words to describe it. it is like being embraced by a love beyond comprehension, dissolving into light, melting into infinity. thank you god. thank you existence. thank you self. om namah shivaya. om mani padme hum. amen. amin. aum.
