Thoughts upon sitting in ye bath (part one in an occasional series of, possibly only, one*)

The world is in so many ways not what you think it is

Nor is your thinking what you think

The world is not the colour that you see it

Also it is exactly the colour that you see it – but that is another thing

You exist – as a consciousness – only because you perceive

Memory, thought, are the echoes of perception – and yet shape perception

So you re-ceive and per-member

There are things there to perceive

Only insofar as they have qualities

And it is you who give them those qualities, in your permembering

You exist by perceiving the qualities that you give to the things that you perceive…   !

Get out of that.

Thou Art That.