“Dissolving”

“After the waves spent themselves against the sand, the lazy whitewater spume formed crescent shapes, which overlapped like paint blobs on an artist’s palette, some superjacent, some underneath. As I lost my sense of a separate self, a physical form with a so-called mind contained in that shape, my soul flowed out, spreading, deliquescing, and merging with these entrancing natural apparitions which my sense portals had conjured up. For I knew full well that there was no outer world of “reality” to marvel at just as there was no boundary defining a “me” to act as the marveller. I was only consciousness, wrongly imagined as contained within a body of known dimensions, only consciousness improperly conceived as a mind, as the software and data associated with some sort of continuous computational machine with an incomprehensibly complex neural network known as the human brain. And the external world was shaped and colored by the projections of my illusory, limited self and its undependable input ports called the five senses.”