10¹⁶ Synapse Operations.

Per Second.

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“Hello, is there anybody home, think McFly, think.”

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There’s nobody home.

No thinker of Thoughts.

No doer.

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Got it?

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Think about it?

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10¹⁶ Synapse Operations.

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10¹⁶

The Sacredness.

Of The Very Next Breath.

The Very Next Thought.

Regardless.

Food goes in.

The Mouth.

Then what happens?

Good job Everything is taken care of.

And happens by Itself.

😊

Leaves blowing.

Clock ticking.

Blood flowing.

There is no creator.

Of The Next Impulse.

There is simply.

The Next Impulse.

There is.

Absolutely.

No Mistake.

Because there is no doer.

Just as.

There is nobody.

Shining The Sun.

There is nobody.

Thinking That Thought.

The Search.

For.

Something.

That is.

Already.

Everything.

Is futile.

Those Thoughts.

Happening.

As The Sun rises.

Are the same Happening.