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I switch off
Myself to perceive
I turn off
The simulated living
Reconditioned
I can smell the present now
I can taste it
As it's slowly
Crawling through
I switch off
The echoes of the past
The screaming of all future
Impossibilities
No restraints
My eyes are open wide
Every photon
On their surface
A world to explore
And there is no
Superficial separation
And there is no
Fear of the unknown
I turn off
Myself to terminate
The conscious isolation
Of the evolved mind
I switch off
The innate tunnel vision
The chemical delusion
Of purposeful control
Myself to perceive
I turn off
The simulated living
Reconditioned
I can smell the present now
I can taste it
As it's slowly
Crawling through
I switch off
The echoes of the past
The screaming of all future
Impossibilities
No restraints
My eyes are open wide
Every photon
On their surface
A world to explore
And there is no
Superficial separation
And there is no
Fear of the unknown
I turn off
Myself to terminate
The conscious isolation
Of the evolved mind
I switch off
The innate tunnel vision
The chemical delusion
Of purposeful control
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This poem is about reaching a state of mind where the self does not feel like an entity separate from the world anymore. The 'tunnel vision' idea is inspired by T. Metzinger's "ego tunnel" view of the ego. Essentially, according to the view, that I very much agree with, we all live in our own tunnels, in which the world appears to us distorted and filtered. Therefore, turning off the ongoing simulation of the self and of the others and instead perceiving the world more as it is is something that I've been practising for some time now.
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