No Concept Thick soup of conceptual mind, a potentially toxic brew, ingredients for the worst of mankind. Utlimately a great obstruction, trap and cage of mankind, cauldron of suffering, may it rest in peace forever. Freed from conceptual mire, we are zero-point energy nodes. The brilliance of perceptual mind reflects the innate beauty of existence. No self, nothing to be separate, no problem, no dilemma. May all mankind break their fetters to relish and enjoy what IS. This is my deepest heart yearning. October 01, 2001 (1of 1)