I’ve looked over your schematics and your suggestions for organizing and compartmentalizing your various components, functions, and energies . . .
. . . it’s fascinating in a way . . .
It’s as though you’ve sharpened the picture of your humanity into a rubrics cube of sorts . . . and you’ve brought it to me . . . your cutey cube with all the colors matching . . . on all sides . . .
. . . and I can see how hard you’ve tried . . .
. . . and I respect that . . .
. . . and I can feel how proud you are . . . and I want you to grow into your own genuine self with confidence . . .
. . . and so I applaud that . . .
. . . and then, after that went on for a while and you brought me same cube after same cube . . . we’ve both sort of been waiting . . .
So . . . well over one hundred years ago now, there emerged another real clue about reality from a spiritually unexpected direction. It came from the sciences, of all disciplines. I won’t bore you with the science, you can look it up for yourself, but this is the essence:
Remember that neatly organized cube you brought me? . . .
Well, I didn’t have the heart to tell you then, but you needed to turn it on . . . to put it in ‘perpetually interactive’ mode . . . multi-dimensionally . . .
welcome to the quantum, where even scientists are mystified
my love (s)
Oh yeah, try getting all the colors on one side now that they’re blinking . . .