wiley! how could you? sounds like you've given up on waking up from that interminable dream. (maybe you're smoking too little, or too much, pot)

it's as if you've become swaddled in cotton, wrapped in cellophane, and the shout of the Zen Master Death Virus can no longer penetrate your anorak & hoodie ensemb ...

because that silent shout of timelessness is everywhere: in the lines of Zen poems (remember Foyan), in lynd's work, in our own daily mutating predicaments and, for the technically minded, in a recent Sci Am article:

http://sciam.com/article.cfm?chanID=sa006&...0A-97AE80A84189EEDF

put peter lynd's work together with the holographic principle and, zero mysticism necessary, linear time is fucked

don't lose faith and don't forget what you've learned (don't forget that ayahuasca perspective): spacetime itself is a wound that is healing, all that appears seperate will be rejoined

it was useful to have us view time as a progression, and that usefulness is ending right now