❦ there is nothing quite as strikingly beautiful as a truly flawless rose. you don't have them, down on earth, but i saw plenty when i toured heaven. i tried to bring one back for you, but when i got off the train, it turned to ashes in my hands .
As our consciousness changes, so does what we see. We are never-ending fractal beings spinning at fathomless speeds throughout the universe. When we move into that consciousness, the world becomes psychedelic, iridescent, prismatic.