“There are no real boundaries, atomic or other, between self and not-self; it is all heat and intention. A ripple expands, becomes multi-dimensionally sensate, sprouts amoeboid rivulets, vibrates in feelers across a room, anastomoses through a house and out walls, then radiates with growing confidence beyond the city like a psychic octopus, an octoblob extending fractal arms along each tendril to a tingly pod, traveling, reaching, always following sensation, always in tough, across the stars and into their worlds.
What initially felt like a faint fluctuating trickle or a muffled pulse becomes exponentially more penetrating than a radio telescope, more precise than a cyclotron, stickier than electromagnetism and more seminal than an atomic bomb. On Earth we have not begun to tap sentient potential.”
~ Richard Grossinger