Dreamt I was on my back in the palm of an immense hand, radiating energy. Still exploding. The paradox is that through THIS I’ve ceased to exist. And also, that I know I don’t have to do anything, and yet I feel strongly driven to do something. I want to study, and to teach, this thing which is not really explainable.

Afraid of coming off as a “religious person,” and scaring people away, and sad that has such bad, off-putting, connotations these days.