The world is quantum spirit and I know it best in nature.
When walking in the woods or even driving along the river, I begin to sense something other than this human-made world with its building blocks of concepts and words.
What I call the woods or river will not be contained by these words.
Here I need say no more for Emerson says more than enough:
Standing on the bare ground, -- my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space, -- all mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eye-ball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or particle of God. The name of the nearest friend sounds then foreign and accidental: to be brothers, to be acquaintances, -- master or servant, is then a trifle and a disturbance. I am the lover of uncontained and immortal beauty. (Nature)Consciousness Being Bliss indeed.
~Peace to All and One,
Son Rivers
