When I first experienced blue screen its vastness took my breath away.
I was born knowing I would come to it or it would come to me soon
enough. There was never any doubt about that - ever. How I pictured it
then was when it did come it would be roughly the same size and shape
as my corporeal frame: about five feet ten tall and six feet or so wide
with arms outstretched. Yet what I saw when it did eventually
miraculously appear was so much more than that ... waaay
more ...
It was
vast,
shimmering, curved air miles and miles thousands of miles high and
again as wide, huge enough to give Life to the projection of my life
and the universe and everything in it, the backdrop for
any thing to show up exactly the way it is and exactly the
way it isn't.
Including the prism.
I gazed at blue screen ... Self ... context ... Selfcontext ... through
clear glass and it kept on changing. After a while I realized blue
screen had not changed at all. It never did. It never has. It never
will. Supposed clear glass is not clear after all. Not a pane but the
prism, refractor of every thing into something similar.
So everything changes, not because blue screen's nature is change.
Rather because the prism's is. Blue screen is what we are given to be.
The prism ... ego ... mind ... egomind ... is what we are given to gaze
with. At our lives and the universe and everything in it. At blue
screen.