There is a force, which networks everything, which we humanly defined to try and understand, to try and rule the universe with. Through having it we control others, we have power, we have dominion over all things, we are either one unit or distantly individual. With it we choose, we create, we destroy, we truth,we lie, we love, we hate. This is free, this is the eternal.
With this power we've identified and discovered what already exists. With 4 seasons we measure, with 4 seasons we target, with 4 seasons we execute. We've built the towers that see over all, that regulate the 4 seasons. Through quality, cost, time and delivery, we've weaved the clouds that ensure the weather toils poorly and produces 10 fold productively.
Time flies when you're direction is certain. Generations are operational with the same mindset as they were conceived during inception. It has, is and will be the same story, retold till the cogs and gears of lifes clock are paused.
A man who choses the road of self improvement, the road to self realisation, the road that leads to heaven, will find that it becomes narrow towards the end. The vibrations in the air tell of the truth that no man wants to hear. Paradise needs nothing, has nothing and fulfills everything. Paradise is empty.
The distant stars seem so small at night when they host cosmic story telling about their ancestors, galactic conference calls and how children on Earth seem to be hindered by slow growth and amnesia. If you listen with your light you can hear their celestial echoes in the darkness.
We carry on as per usual, with no idea what awaits our next step. The journey is an everlasting leap into the known unknown.
I imagined butterflies in my stomach when I met her for the 1st time. It was like deja vu. Opened the window to her soul, looked inside, deep inside and what I saw was what I got. A reflection of what I was and was not. The more I tried to understand her the more windows opened in her soul and the deeper and darker I delved and spiralled. Shakespeare died trying to figure her out.
Talent and vision is not enough to simply walk into this maze of words, feelings and concepts. This network becomes more intricate as we unveil more ideas. I plugged in too soon. I need more memory, more hard drive space, more capacity, more, to take on all these ideas and give them life.
Even a simple approach to finding meaning, seems to open more doors to this network of, lives, smiles, handshakes and pretends.
Yet the connections seem so real, so worth the moment. Back and forth like the vibrations from the vocal cords of a bat. The idea is a great individual projection of expectation, with so much pleasure and pain attached, I can't seem to tell the difference anymore. It's quite fun. They say it's love.
The future has already happend. Science just keeps us hungry for more, more, more... Until we wake up insatiable and the shackles that bind us are held tight by our own hands. A life spent searching.
We're brought together by things. Causes, monetary prospects, competitiveness, teamwork, etc just so we can remind each other how temporary it all is. Entertainment from lives consumed on our network of activity. We're not doing enough, shall we do more? it's going to be fun.
The Fire Tiger, the Sagittarian, the passion. Blowing the stardust into our lives
A working network of works. Input by activity, measured by influence and appraised by perceived glory.
From a drop of DNA we came, to find shape with the planets'origin. By the favour of the Gods we found wisdom, survived the delights and horrors of time and evolved overnight into this one mind that is distributed accross the seas, next to the border, over the phone and on the reflection of the eye.
The universe is what I constantly try to remember. Maybe later after I get that car, make that amount, acquire that asset, consolidate that amount, fulfill that predetermined plan. I'm left walking 2 shadows. They pull at me like the day nudges the night. I will remember the universe one day. When I can see the stardust come down and wake me up from the reccurring dream.
Till then, I will listen to the vibrations within this network and plant a seed for what has already happened, so that it may grow enough to reach the stars and help me remember that my light flows in the veins of it all.
Me, you and the network we share are shaped by the puzzle pieces you create as you live. We are the universe.
