In meditation, you’re not just sitting there drowning in the noise. You step outside, float above it, watch it swirl like smoke rising around you, spinning in its own madness. high up, bird’s eye view, looking down at the mess you make. You’re the observer. And you see the part you play in it all. Sometimes it’s dark, but you need that dark to know the light’s there. Best part, you’re not tangled up in it anymore, you’re leaning in a doorway, watching your mind, wide open, seeing everything but not getting dragged in. There are many doors of perception. The goal is to break free— trust in letting go...