Mind-frames shift and turn as we interact and become the territory.

New ideas in exchange, old ideas in new shapes, change and growth at work on constantly new levels and angles, as maps are tried and discarded, changed and re-applied.

Each perceiver an echo-chamber of it´s own, each echo-chamber a monad in a hub of living perspectives intermingling and colliding, forming new echo-chambers or dispersing them, together or alone – in the reality of genius, hierarchy and collective imagination – and all the illusions of these.

All in this most fertile echo-chamber, this most dire prison of our minds – the planet our home, our very being-as-territory. It is not the map, but is possibly the perception.

In and beyond all this: yourself, witnessing. This witness, this You – an illusion. Can´t be touched, but touches you, by witnessing itself.