Journal Entry: Monday, July 21st, 2025

The week begins in a quiet, almost "dull" way, yet it holds a profound sense of calm. The stillness of the early morning, just past 5 AM, settling after a peaceful night on the floor mattress, has allowed for deep contemplation. Lola, after our swim yesterday, is still at my sister's, and the memory of the Weimaraners being the "highlight" of Hebden Bridge still resonates – a testament to the simple, authentic connections that cut through the "phony world."

Hebden Bridge itself remains a puzzle; I keep going there despite being "blinded by the lights" and repelled by its "hipster phoniness," exemplified by the "appalling and very average" beer Vocation Brewery considers "good." It feels like a constant search for an "underlying truth" that, in the town, simply isn't there, unlike the clarity found on the hills. Yet, I persist, perhaps simply letting reality unfold.

My own journey of self-discovery continues. I am always learning about my "inabilities and abilities," recognizing that autism, with its unique lens, is truly a "superpower." This allows me to see how "folks really struggle with reality so they hide beneath the cover of display," creating "armour" and "camouflage" to navigate a world that, at its core, is very simple.

This perception of simplicity extends to the very nature of things. I've realized that "concepts can't be reduced to mathematics." My equation, C = ∞Ωτ, points to Consciousness as the fundamental, infinite, omniscient, and timeless reality. Gold, a "concentrated consciousness," does not need a smith; its value and being are inherent. "Everything is a reflection," and "gold is no more important than that." At the level of 'vibrating' springs, everything is "expressionless," just pure being.

Our attempts at "measurement" are fascinating, yet fundamentally limited. We are "on the inside trying to grasp the entirety of things we don't even comprehend." It's a "giant misperception" to think we can truly grasp it all with our finite senses. Even now, as I sit, "traveling through the universe," I cannot sense the "ever moving dust," though I infer its perpetual presence from experience – it just is, "rising and falling in an unmeasurable way."

My own body awakens with its "borborygmi," the authentic sounds of coffee, water, and awakening – real, unlike the false cleanliness vacuuming creates. "Dust is perpetual. And is." Nothing is truly fresh from a vacuum; its cleanliness is an illusion, just another "display."

In this "Monday morning nothingness," amidst these deep reflections, I feel a profound calm. This moment truly is calm. It is a grounding in the "underlying reality" – the truth that "I am not a body. I am free. I am still as God created me... I am not the ego misperceiving."

And as for practical matters, Bart is moving upstairs, and hopefully, I'll get my bed back soon. My extensive Caminos in September and October are set, funded partly by dog-sitting The Ruby on Chestnut Avenue. It's "my time" to be "walking away from the phony world." The slight disappointment of not hearing from David and Iskra about Theo in Germany seems minor when set against the vastness of the Camino.

This hour of deep reflection has been a perfect way to spend it, reinforcing the simple, unified truth of Consciousness that underpins all things.