I'm surprised at this book. I'm surprised at all the things on Access to Insight I didn't read long ago that are incredibly odd.
I was at work today, just doing this and that and was noticing the appearance of things, in rapid succession, coming into relationship with my eye. They became profoundly neutral, without names, and yet still vibrant. There is nothing weirder than the way things are, to the mind that has fully labeled things, when that mind is rent by insight.

Babies, the cultivation of memory, the train cars of age whizzing by, and the here and now. The keys to insight someone left on the table, under a pile of letters.
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