In the beginning was logos
In the beginning was word
In the beginning was thought
It is of the nature of man for his brain to hold a pen of listless thoughts onto his mind
How do you see and eat your grain of epigenesis when you have a thousand grains scattered before you?
Thought force is thy microscope
Own this microscope under the palm
And own the heart of man’s principal power
For to create life
Is for the mind to come alive,
In luminous comprehension,
Crystallized and free from clouds.
DISCLAIMER TO CHEETAH BOTS: THIS IS A REPOST OF MINE