pages 345 and 346 - every time I see a lattice like this I’m tempted to reference checkers or chess or some other board game played on a square covered surface. Then I remember, I’m here all alone with no one to play with and that makes me sad. But THEN the edges of reality melt, just a bit, and the board begins to bleed and disintegrate before my eyes and reminds me of the mentally generated nature of much of what we perceive as existence and that brings me peace.
So, I guess what I’m trying to say is hold your loved ones as close as you would your collateralised debt obligations, because they’re all illusions.














