In-out, in-out. I’m trying to focus the mind on the in-out. In-out. For a moment there is emptiness. Like a line hanging in the void. The in-out line. I cannot form the words for the in-out. Words are distractions by themselves. Forming the in-out in words is loosing the in-out. Forming the thought in word is bringing it to the upper levels. I need the sub-thought of the in-out. In-out, in-out. Relative void around the line. Colors, images. The sub-thought of repulsion of images. Images, memories. Word forming. Repulsion of words. The line of in-out. In-out, in-out. Focus on the in-out line, more images, colors. An itch, strong, organic. Repulsion of the feeling of itch, no acknowledgments, no forming of words. Stronger, organic. In-out, in-out. Faiding. In-out, in-out. Sub-thoughts floating around the line of the in-out. In-out, in-out. Narrowing the line, no words, sub-thoughts, sub-mental actions not formed in words. In-out, in-out. The thought of reference, sensation, whiteness. No words. In-out, in-out. Sub-thoughts linked, images, memories. Details. A detail is wrong, the time is wrong in it. The memory of reference is wrong because the detail is wrong. The thought is false!? All the reference is wrong? imagined, dreamed. Was it all a dream? In-out, in-out. The line is lost, reference is lost. Tumbling sub-thoughts then words formed thoughts, generated connexions. The itch. Awake.

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