The surface of my moment

My moment is a surface of thirdself colors, lights, motion, objects, and change constrained within a sprawling secondself surface of thoughts, feelings, ideas, and desires, embedded in an infinite void of watery peace. All that exists is my moment; my moment is the totality of existence. There is nothing beyond, behind, or untouched by my moment. There are no moments other than my moment. I control the surface of my moment in its entirety and determine what is painted on every part of its surface. In thirdself I control the colors, lights, motion, and characters. And in secondself, I control the impressions of those colors, lights, motions, and characters. All parts of my surface I control.

The surface of my moment is elastic in every way. If a face is painted on my thirdself, I can look as deep into that face as I want until I identify countless distinctive qualities and characteristics: age, attractiveness, gender, and even background, history, decisions, and more. I can imagine a past that belongs to that face, and prescribe a future. If that face is already familiar, then I can bend and distort it in secondself in countless ways. I can bend and distort every feature and detail in my secondself and thirdself surfaces however I want. The surface of my moment changes because I am changing it. To escape I must still the surface of my moment to the point that there is no difference between my awakening and asleepening.

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