"How are you?"
In what state do I exist? What are the number of fluctuations I experience per hour? Let us specify the answer in hopes of discovering the true question.
Realizing that the saturation of reality with infinitely interdependent surfaces constantly reflects absorbs, and transmits. We could never capture this beauty with awareness--we would explode in sensorial ecstasy.
This dance of bifurcation and assembly (of probability waves--stay with me!) is concentrated through our rare and finite lenses. These kaleidoscopes with which we perceive our surroundings help us filter reality.
Awareness and shadow. Mindful of all the planes we exist upon; the global, the interpersonal, this life expression and how others see it, fitness goals, cosmic relevance, etc. I tend to orbit towards the inescapable destruction of character and any preconception of ultimate meaning. I have disrupted the barriers towards the evolution of a malleable sense of self; embracing and consuming stagnation and suffering; nurturing its delicately prized revelations. I bask in the grit, sand, dirt and blood--the guttural awe of insanity and absurdia all around.
From the ashes of time, and ember rises in rebirth to the eternal realization of an ever-present now. I am star-clad and vulnerable--my skin molts cascades of superfluous subjugations. All we seek is to extract and purify inspiration. Spontaneity is the elixir of the gods, there is no summoning its presence other than to surrender yourself and lay bare in the stream of consciousness.
The path. The Tao. The Way. We are on it, we just haven't learned to let go yet.
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