Let's go and make the unconscious known, shed everlasting light on what's been shown to our hungry eyes and thirsting limbs exposed to so much, but getting lost within What we see is not what we see, but what is remembered can be perceived So take the time to actually look and let go of the advantage that we all took Experience the wrinkles and cracks in the bark Crouch to the footprints one left to embark Describe the budding petal breaking through the soil in which led it to you Listen to the rustling of the fox and feel comfort of this conscious lock
Do the everyday experiences actually happen if they live in unconsciousness?