In this incantation, I confront the deep illusion that my sensory world remains outside my body even when my eyes close. I realize that everything I experience—sound, memory, touch—is not external but an expression of my single, unified dark flesh. By consciously dissolving my visual, bodily, and mental projections, I experience firsthand how all forms of thought, sensation, and desire are temporary ripples arising from one undivided medium. I understand that the persistent feeling of separation is just a brief distortion within my own field of being. From this dark flesh, all light flesh is born and dissolves again. I coin the Flesh Model.
The most persistent illusion of all in the dark-light flesh binary is my deeply ingrained sense that everything within my visual projection remains outside of and beyond my closed eyes. Even when I close them, the sound of a distant bird, the memory of a mountain range, or the lingering outline of a lamp in my room continues to feel over there, as if somehow surviving independently beyond my envelopment. If my eyes are open and I hear something I recognize as far away, and then close them, it remains difficult—almost impossible at first—to assert with conviction that the continuing sound is now contained within my dark flesh.
This illusion can only be overcome by realizing that all the seemingly distinct parts of my light flesh—my thoughts, my desires, my bodily sensations, and my visual and sensorial projections—are composed of the same underlying substance: my dark flesh. It is a singular material, not a plurality. I can demonstrate this to myself, again and again, simply by ceasing my projections. I close my eyes, allowing my visual field to dissolve. I allow my bodily awareness to loosen its grip and dissipate. I calm my mental storms, silencing thought and narrative. In each case, the structure I once perceived as solid and external melts seamlessly back into the same unified medium. Whether it was the object my eyes presented outward into space, the thought my mind pushed upward into headspace, or the physical sensation my nerves pushed downward into my body—all were mere extrusions, brief distinctions made from the same dark substance. My true flesh. My dark flesh.
All the differentiated forms and movements of light flesh—sight, thought, feeling, and desire—arise from the continuous casing of dark flesh. They are not born from separate origins; they are momentary distortions of one field, like ripples arising within a single ocean. I can demonstrate this endlessly and infinitely to myself: the appearance of separation is a momentary act of extrusion and distortion, not of true division. I need only pay attention to what actually happens when I withdraw my projections to understand what I am.
This is the Flesh Model.
From the womb of Dark Flesh, the birth of Light Flesh.
आदिममांसगर्भात् शुक्लमांसजन्म।
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