The only place I can be is here now.
True clarity is a limited product of light, and darkness induces lies and confusion. My eyes can see and process light, while my mind rambles with unlimited imagination. I can see a painting of a beautiful woman, and it's true, but to ask myself who painted it, when, and why, then I start telling myself lies, in darkness.
The house I live in is a Spaceship that flies when water flows, so flushing the toilet is a very powerful way to FLY.
My mind is pin point pinnacle, not deep.