VULCAN POETRY : A1
a cosmic journey
Dream Log : Zen Master #9
Many things happened which do not survive as words.
Jötunheimr - Land of the Giants
I opened the bin and a tiny fruit fly flew out, going right into my eye.
Dream Bardo 20191207
We were gathering at the academy for a new lesson, it was a right of passage for new alchemists to learn how to work together in guilds.
This morning I woke up from a dream in which I was part of a team developing a communication technology based on new discoveries about the sun.
Notes on Mental Patterns
The five aggregates re-analyzed.