Becoming your own frame of reference. Perceiving a reality all assume is shared.
Orchestrating the way the world responds to you.
How alternate aspects of identity affect your moods.
The nature of remembered experience.
The higher self.
| p192 | Perhaps you have reached a point, as you read these words, where you have recognized the futility in all of it. And, as you continue to watch the world around you skirting the perimeter of its hopes and dreams, you recognize that you are not really a part of that game, anymore. It was fun. It was rich. It may even have been interesting, in parts. But mostly, it wasn’t. Mostly, it was disappointing—not just for you personally, but for virtually all of you. That’s the name of this game. That’s what keeps you coming back to try your luck, yet again. |