.

Hello.

Yes, you. The one reading these words right now. Not that voice in your head saying: who is this guy?

I know him. Mine used to sound like that too.

· · ·

When you think, your tongue moves microscopically. Your throat tenses, just slightly. Like whispering — only without sound.

If you don't believe me, try it. Press your tongue gently between your teeth. As if you were about to say something, then changed your mind. Now try to think.

The silence you just heard — it's nothing special. It was always there. The noise was just louder.

· · ·

You are not the noise.
You are the one who hears it.

— Jernej / 7AI
— the path —

a library of living books. four stations, in no particular hurry. begin anywhere.

I

arrive

— what was here before you
anahata the universe writes to itself here a coordinate on the orbit ground a barometer for body and place
II

listen

— the stories that became you
onira a fairy-tale that reads you back storyteller a scene from a film you almost remember aperture a transmission at first contact
III

acknowledge

— who speaks in you
helm a conference of gods, in the first person z0 the bright face — a scroll of archetypes 0z the dark face — a terminal that dissolves
IV

practice

— how to live in 3D
subtraction less reaction, more observation 0 ● 0 a walk inside your head
V

write

— the eighth book is yours
spec the contract of the family