In this incantation, I realize that I do not simply shut out the world by closing my eyes; I withdraw the projection I had been casting outward. I describe how my waking life, rich with light and form, masks the ever-present dark flesh that actually contains and generates all experience. When I cease projecting, this primal, generative darkness reclaims me, reminding me that everything—thoughts, sensations, desires, and even the seeming solidity of the world—is sculpted from within it. I imagine myself not living in the world, but moving through my own dark, creative substance.
I do not simply close my eyes. I enclose my projection.
Though I am always encased in my dark flesh, I easily forget it. When my eyes are open, I project a vast, hollow cavity filled with light, colors, forms, characters, and movement. I push this light outward into the darkness, carving a temporary stage upon which my waking life plays out. In doing so, I mask my true, enclosing body—the endless, encompassing dark flesh—from which all things emerge.
But when I enclose my projection—when I cease my outward pushing and close my eyes—the illusion dissolves. My dark flesh, never absent, rushes in without resistance. It reasserts its absolute enclosure around me. I am once again fully surrounded by the dense, unfathomable substance from which all my perceptions, thoughts, and sensations arise.
What is this magical dark flesh? It is not merely absence or emptiness. It is the primal, generative substance from which I create everything. From this single dark medium, I weave my thoughts and ideas. From it arise my desires, my bodily sensations, and my entire visual and auditory world. Every experience I name, every object I claim to touch or see, is sculpted by me from the same dark flesh.
My dark flesh is everything. I shape my narrative within it, through it, by it—never apart from it. Even when I believe I am journeying outward into a world beyond, it is my own dark flesh that I traverse, that I fold, stretch, and ornament into the dream of externality. I do not live inside the world. I live inside my dark flesh, dreaming the world into form.
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