The planet of the self starts out smooth, barren. It’s only through the interplay of the weather and the land that the individual is formed.
The land of the brain can form any number of channels and valleys according to the weather it is exposed to. Slow-moving all-destroying glaciers, transient squalls; all of these things go into shaping the land that will remain.
And the land is unique and solid. Shaped not only by predictable meteorological events, but also by seemingly random happening like eruptions; the unpredictability necessary for progress.
As the planet cools the tempest abates and leaves the land visible. In theory.
But the weather was still too wild in me and I needed chemical assistance to see the land.
Now I can see, I’m surprised at how much I know my way around after a lifetime of flying blind.
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