And what if my spirit were almighty?

My heart asks, not when it will be free from the pain of the world, but whether it already is.

In itself, how would my mind explain reality? For my organism can know not one, but many.

For example, I have the perception of objects, defined as the clusters of conceptual identity that divide up the world. I can also see the snapshot of the here and now, a dimension in which there is no time, no movement and no objects, and at the same time I perceive the four-dimensional world in which runs the personal story of a subject who is born, grows, perceives and dies.

And when I visit the world of objects, I become one. And, at the same time, I am the subject who perceives it all. And when I sleep, I become a dream that gracefully performs the best script my subconscious can imagine. And when I breathe, my cells vibrate as deeply as I allow the air to flow.

Then I observe, from a particular dimension in which life as a succession of objects through time is nothing more than