As near as a breath, as far away as the sun

I can feel the distance between my ordinary state and  authentic consciousness as a membrane; I feel “the next attention” close by the way a man feels a cool breeze from a window while he is chained to a chair. It is close–and at a great remove. The ambit seems to expand to a provocative proximity. The chain falls away but–the window is too high. There is a ladder–but I haven’t yet built the final rungs.

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