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(This post was last modified: 2 hours ago by Magical Realist.)
The ever roaming nature of attention, effortlessly shifting from a TV show playing in front of us to a feeling we're having to a memory of some event in our past to a thought we just had, strongly suggests to me that all these events we alternately notice and blank out are not discrete or separate from each other in any sense but somehow occupy a common space and time which consciousness constantly traverses with ease like a bird flitting from one tree branch to the next. There is a copresence of all these events to us that allows them to be accessed directly and immediately simply by noticing them suggesting the fundamental unity of our inner experience with the objective world beyond us. Not a unity of being so much as a coalescence of form or interconnecting wholeness.