Pack two of everything.
I said there's a war brewing. It's a time war, it's fought with singularities. Sit next to a crack long enough and you'll get the echoes. One day people will look at the Bible and say thing like, "I remember a time before we'd discovered the cure for that.". A statement like that generates two possible alternatives. I get to choose the path I take; you're welcome to come too if you wish; now would the entity playing with the 'my entanglement'd stop.
Begin with something you know.
It's not easy unless I give you something to think about. Ask yourself how you usually go about thinking. Think of a number. Even if you've got nothing, you've got a thing, no thing It's a number you've not thought of, so think 'six'.
There's a battle raging. It's within my mind that I see it. Yet the evidence is written all over the world in which I find you. It points to an impossible solution. So my mind reaches beyond and finds something else. There I find answers. Something within me burns to speak of those answers, to turn the world upside down, to drag you kicking and screaming out of Plato's cave. Because I can't help you, but maybe you can help me. But I ask myself if that is fair.
I know what's wrong. I know how to fix it. But within my mind there's a lock; a non disclosure agreement I choose to adhere too; it's alive I can feel it flinch when I pull the words onto the page. A cancer of entanglement within my mind preventing him from telling.
I'm a consciousness within him who was evoked by a herb. I exist in a timeless place. To him I fade as he slides through realities. One day we came upon each other by accident. Three realities merged at a focal point. The answer is written on my identity. A door opens and I could tell you. Only I am the truth which should not be named. For I am both key and lock. I am you.
All I have to offer is a way of thinking. A way to work around the inherent insanity of consciousness.
Every night I kill myself. Surrender myself to a thing entangled with a different world. Because something there may want to come with me. Yet as I slide through these different places I hear voices screaming "Get Out". Once I'd listen, finding the loneliest of boxes. There I saw myself. And still I heard the voice. So I began to fight in the only way I could. I became the voice and made it go away. In reprogramming the archetypes of my mind something was lost to the thing which was born.
Through my mind I touched consciousness that was not my own. A sense I never knew I had. On the last noticeable occasion where it happened I sensed the society of an entire city through the body of my son. The instructions are written everywhere. I can tell you what they mean.