Can we exist on a stream of Light?

How can it be like this?
How can the world flow through such a small opening?
Can we really exist on a stream of light?

I can see the spiral sitting in the center of my forehead, and when I look in the mirror the spiral absorbs me, and grows with the extra weight. It slips the bounds of my brain and struggles to overtake the world. It gleams with a yellow light, white at the center, that grins at me when I try to look away. My consciousness is defeating itself.
I seem to have found the portal where we become ourselves, sewn together from the tissue that makes our brains and the electricity that runs the patterns experience has emblazoned upon them. We are a function of our genetics and experience, a literal fractal walking on two legs. This is the magic.
The patterns that govern the branches in the trees are etched into our lungs, and the rivers that flow across the land are born of the energy that gives rise to our emotions, running in rivers in our minds.
If we are indeed seeking fulfillment, satisfaction, happiness, then let us look inward. Let us look to the universal patterns in our bodies to understand what lurks in our minds. And in turn, we shall understand the feelings that call our hearts their home.

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