My awakening is a wound; a self-shaped gash in the shape of my imagined personhood. Every part of my imagined existence is painful, but it is only the most agonizing parts that receive my awareness. As I confront and heal my illness, I release my awareness from the constraints of my imaginary personhood, and it flows outward equally into an infinite ether. My awareness fades; I no longer require it, for I am.
My awakening into the secondplace is the consequence of narrowing my awareness to the wound of my awakening. It is a circular condition; I hurt, I look at the hurt, the hurt grows.
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