We invent what we think of as information.
All our minds are tiny…The infinitesimal gap between synaptic firings of sparks as our neurons attempt to decipher the boundaries of being are what we so bullishly strive to describe as intelligence, but are in fact simply that: mere sparks.
It is what lies beyond the elementary particles of what we think of as our minds that true information resides…Crystallized, Shining, and Pure.
Tap into it as you would a book, or a drink at the end of long day, or a pocket of air when drowning beneath the surface of a frozen lake. It is that upon which your mind subsists.
Feed your mind, not just your brain.