by Karyn Huntting Peters
But what if, in this infinite intelligence, they realize that their imaginings are actually reality? The reality of minds that can propel themselves through the universe, visiting Venus, finding themselves in parallel universes where the sky is purple-blue and little black birds drive railroad cars off on the horizon? Where memories and reality meld, where there is no more talking, where the ones we would talk to are already there inside of us and part of the same eternal whole that we understand so well with these tractor-trailer brains of ours, where all that is needed is to think to each other? Where smiles are something ethereal that permeate the parallel atmosphere, where dreams and reality blend as the conscious and subconscious and the driver's seat and the tractor bed? Where tomorrow has already happened in our memories and we knew today way back when? Where we see more clearly with our eyes closed and our minds open than with our eyes open and our minds closed?
Why conclude that we have such bounds at all? Indeed.
And thus we conclude Postcard #1 From Land of Purple-Blue Skies and Tractor-Trailer Brains.
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"Where we see more clearly with our eyes closed and our minds open than with our eyes open and our minds closed?" Amen to that!
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