Let the flow go from the mind. I spill endlessly generously a mixture of love and selfishness into the material world which is not the true form. It is not the true form but I'm sure that we are the center of attention, like the newborn in the room full of elderly. Everyone is watching us sentient beings from on high: the angels, the saints, the sages, our forefathers, Jesus, Sophia, Shiva, Buddha, et al. They ascend but only to look back and encourage us to do the same. We swim and swill in the muddy water, so can we ever be truly friends? Truly free?

Can I free myself from my mind? Can I free you from the same? Nothing I write here could ever possibly save you. Save? From what? Listen, there is a small, quiet voice that I've heard about that is deep inside everyone of us. If we listen, we can be free. If we don't then we stay here. We die, and we do it again, making either small amounts of progress, or falling just a little more.