28/02/19 – Thursday, 9:40 – Travelling to training ground, Las Vegas

The idea of a separate perceiving subject is absurd.

There is no observation of a thing without that thing observing you right back. So who’s the perceiving subject if there is in fact no separateness at all?

Everything observes every thing.

As I look upon these mountains, a part of them becomes a part of me, I wonder if a part of me also becomes a part of them in the process?

We all melt into each other and everything around us.

No inside, no outside.

No objective.

No subjective.

Just one.

TF