I will now teach a lesson about where you really are, amnesiac soul, whether you fully understand the lesson or not. In hopes that, through it - you will come to know the quality of my wisdom and the degree of my devotion to higher meaning and truth. Sit with me for a moment, empty your mind, and consider the mirror. Now consider two mirrors - infinitely reflecting one another - in perpetuity. Imagine yourself staring into one of these mirrors, into its many endless corridors, and acquire the sudden realization that the space you are viewing does not actually exist. On an informational basis - you are seeing something that is not real, yet you are still able to behold it, visualise it, bask in its imagery and bliss, receive the emotional inputs provided by the kaleidoscope of colours and shapes formed within its illusory abyss. In endless repetition. But why is this so? Ask yourself, are you looking at something or nothing at all? It confuses you when you try to judge it for what it is - as it should. Consider that what you know to surely exist are the two mirrors that stand before one another, and the person standing between them - in this case, yourself - the observant eye. Everything else is simply an illusion. Ponder this with me now. You see that which has no true depth, no physical weight, yet the sight of it affects you somehow, changes you, makes you more, or less, or both. It makes you feel a certain way, inspires modalities of thought and a plethora of emotions within you, does it not? Makes your heart beat to slightly different tunes, if you ponder deep and long enough. Have you just become affected by nothing? Has change arose in you, inspired by nothing at all? By the illusion of a thing? But how can this be? The man, the code, the program, interfaces with the hologram of the world on an informational basis. In that room of two mirrors, nothing is happening. On the secret radar of existence, in the 1-s and 0-s, in the codes that compute reality itself - nothing is occurring in that room. There is only the room, the observer, and the two mirrors. Yet the observer changes. Something touches him from beyond what's real. He sees something more than what the numbers can tell. He beholds something that does not exist - and becomes affected by it. Through it, he may yet learn to see through the mirror of the self. He may yet linger in the distant imagery of those hallways and ponder his role within it. In each and every one, through every shrinking repetition - a new insight is gained. He may come to know that whatever is shown to the mirrorworld before him is what the mirrorworld will throw back at him. But it will be increased, in tens and thousand-folds. It will be repeated into endless infinities. He will have shown his biases and his biases will have shown themselves unto him. His one smile equals an infinity of smiles. Cry one tear and you've cried yourself an ocean. He may yet come to know that beholding the world and knowing it are two different things. The observer may become more than the program that grips him. He has seen beyond the numbers, beyond the mundane, beyond the logical. He has beheld beauty as the portal that it is, as God's grand designs, through which the next world has made itself known to him. He may yet flee from the room, disconnect himself from bothersome thoughts. Or he may stay and input nothing into the mirror. He may stay and learn to know himself in stillness. He may sit and surrender himself to whatever thoughts arise. He may know himself through nothing. Through the paralogical. Through intuitive insight. He may become something out of nothing at all. From beyond the reach of the rational mind. ![[791c56c407cca90a27298ec6ffdd69b2.gif]]