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And for fuck's sake read Ulysses by James Joyce:

And Finnegans Wake:

http://www.rosenlake.net/fw/Troy-Mummeries/troybook.htm

Human consciousness is a self-similar reflection of the day-night cycle of Earth. The active conscious mind, just like the Sun, outshines all subconscious influences. Those subconscious influences are always present, however, just as the infinitude of stars are always in the sky, whether we can see them or not. When sleep approaches, the conscious mind slips below the horizon, and the variegated influence of a distributed infinity dominates.

Think of the mind as having a primary locus (consciousness) with an infinitude of secondary, subconscious influencers, of varying magnitude.

All is one; your mind reflects the consciousness of every star whose light touches it.

A corollary to this is that you as an sentient entity, are present in the minds of everyone you know as a subconscious influencer. All of humanity is linked in this way because we are all one.

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Also: read Ulysses by James Joyce

"His (Bloom’s) logical conclusion [about life, existence], having weighed the matter and allowing for possible error?

That it was not a heaventree, not a heavengrot, not a heavenbeast, not a heavenman. That it was a Utopia, there being no known method from the known to the unknown : an infinity, renderable equally finite by the suppositious probable apposition of one or more bodies equally of the same and of different magnitudes : a mobility of illusory forms immobilised in space, remobilised in air : a past which possibly had ceased to exist as a present before its spectators had entered actual present existence."