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at times i wish that the full spectrum of my current consciousness could spill itself out into a jumbled ball that naturally molded and shaped itself into the perfect form to express it's entirety. i guess that's exactly what is being attempted every time we try to express ourselves in any way, we're just usually doing it with a concentration on a specific feeling or idea. my consciousness has become something much like me looking at myself in a mirror, then standing back and looking at myself looking in a mirror, standing back yet again to see it from a third person view, then taking another step back to look at myself looking at myself looking at myself looking in a mirror, in a neverending fashion that multiplies with every other thought. i've had ideas to paint it but haven't tried yet, i'll get around to it one way or another. i become conscious of the consciousness of my consciousness and so on and so forth, which on a constant basis makes me rethink the existence and nature of consciousness alltogether. most amazingly, none of this is confusing to me, even when i'm looking down a hallway of translucent irridescent mirrors. they're only irridescent for fun though :o)