I can't remember much about what I dreamed this morning - I was among a crowd of people, it was dark, it was icy cold, and people were drawing big blankets through a ditch filled with water and throwing them onto a pile, presumably to freeze into some sort of structure of iced-up blankets. There might have been a shelter beneath that pile, something that had been dug into the almightily cold ground.

Like a blanket igloo, fashioned like a papier mache sculpture only with blankets of ice instead of newspaper strips soaked in glue.

But one line stuck out from that dream - something somebody said to me, paraphrasing Bulwer-Lytton.

E.G. Bulwer-Lytton once said "Art and Science have their meeting point in Method."

But this person's line to me was this.

"Being and Engram have their meeting point in Consciousness."

"Being" refers to the Kia, the living thing behind the eyes. "Engram" means one's coded thought patterns and programmed behaviours and responses. "Consciousness" is where the Being infuses the Engrams with life, and the whole thing deludes itself into believing that it has an "I" directing the whole thing, whereas the "I" is only one master engram, directing the others, no more living than the rest.

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