Tobias wakes from a dream and for a long moment cannot tell which world he has woken into. The ceiling above him, the faint tick of the radiator, the gray light spilling between slanted blinds; all of it feels precisely as it should. And yet, an unease lingers, as though the air itself hums with quiet dissonance. The dream had been this same room: same cracked windowpane, same low murmur of distant traffic, same gentle ache behind his eyes. It was indistinguishable, and that was what unse...
metaphysics
This is my response to a question that someone asked. I found the question so interesting that I decided to post it as a new article. It’s not my hope to offend any religiously minded people, as I do not question the validity of such beliefs. Rather, it is my hope to provide an inner alchemist’s perspective on the ever-developing expanse within us, and how we try to come to terms with it.
The question is as follows:
Hi JohnThanks for posting this article and the link:
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