I am not appalled nor enthralled about the way Reality is...it changes and shifts depending upon the level of consciousness of the observer...
On beautiful days when I am loving myself seamlessly, I can get lost in something sparkly (tracking the shine) while time is exposed as the imposture it is, on those loving days if I breathe just right, and move like a cobra (teetering) I can coax open a rabbit hole in the atmosphere (I haven't followed them yet, I get too nervous).
On hard days when the resistance is strong and all that longs to live within me has its center stage, I feel like I am in a neurological straight jacket, and the mind rages like Medusa's slithering snakes...because it blames the oppression "on something out there"...instead of seeing it as a contrasting tool, to create a different reality.
To create through inspiration, rather than by default.