Mind is perpetually working to tame the dance of sensory waves, by invertly reflecting their form in anticipation of the apparent pattern, as to neutralize them out of arising in awarness.

From the other end, experience scales levels of mind as a rock climber might a cliff. Meaning, pattern recognition as contact of lower carnal function, and the inability to perceive subcontents of the pattern, lacking mental processes in the brain to do so… experienced as a projections of the primordial perceptions of the parent mind’s conditioning… and patterns emerging to be projceted from that level.

Meanwhile, art critics were vomiting over the qualities of the magic opal- too calm, too tranquil. It was blatantly obvious that hallucinations reveal the illusory nature of perception, though all stated it regaurdless.