The more I explore the world, the more I discover within. This is the idea for what I'm trying to art - that everything is a shell (soul?) shelled within shells. The largest, outermost shell is at once the innermost element of a recursive world. How to gracefully scale up and down, without being stuck to any particular shell is the purpose of my individual consciousness taking form (and plugging into material reality, which in turn tunes back into universality via "senses").
This is all great in solitary thought, but the moment you introduce duality even by reflection, you begin a cosmic dance hopping through experiences shelling on and off - like frames of tumbling through a tunnel, or climbing a pillar.
Each mind is initialized at discrete points, but it's just joining a vast streaming network - or seeing stills/sequences in its focus/context. However, no output is without input - in fact, all input is filtered at a boundary and projected inwards at the shell that separates a being from its surroundings. Interestingly, a being and its surroundings are simply one object if the being is in isolation of any other beings. The base case design of this streaming network contains only one node - it's a feedback loop holding a state of observation as its only payload in constant, still motion. I haven't yet explored "Nirguna Brahman" well enough to put it into words - when you just unplug from the network, removing even the self as the last observable-observing node. This, I imagine to feel "deep" but never "scary", "fun" or any of the other basest possible responses.
I believe that seeking this core while traversing the ever-expanding awareness of the shell outside is the purpose of the time in between becoming a node and returning to being among the constant "background consciousness" or "intelligent environment". The quality of the inner journey is reflected in every existential grace. The outer world is assembled from intentions within. The inner world is cultivated by the material models crafted from within the inner worlds of others. We are all drawing on the same canvas, chalking on the same blackboard, and eating pixels off the same photo-plates. We are etching on each other's shells sending pieces of our shells held in thought shells to the innermost shells of others.
In this idea package, I would like to shell your inner shell with the protection of my own shell to give you room to shell yourself inside something that moves without becoming shelled in things you wouldn't want and with the ability to shell up things that make you shell your own beaming shell with excellence. When you are thus shelled yourself, you will see your central but insignificant place in the grand, fractal scheme of things as we each come into the whole from the void placed perfectly to move among each other in a comfortingly finite space.
Listening to: cars driving past
Reading: Business Insider
Eating: better than I usually do