Death // while you may be following me with your creepy gaze, I am alive in the galaxies around me. Here’s to breathing life for everything that exists in the cosmos! ✨🍷
This year has been filled with transitions. I don’t ever use the word DEATH in a literal sense because I’ve always seen death to be a transcendence of some kind.
It’s the end in a sense but the beginning of another. Sudden whip of transcendence can come as a surprise because it’s seen to be a thief of time. It comes as no surprise that things are sort of written but who knows if the pen is random or by choice?
I’ve come to understand there is nothing to be known about the shit I don’t know. So, I’m not gonna pretend to be informed when I didn’t read the manual.
You got to check yourself before you assume that you absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, know why things are the way they are.
Cuz XYZ might be the last 3 of 26 // but ABC is the first 3 of 26. 😁
Ask yourself questions about the universe but don’t be surprised when it gives you answers back. All of it comes right back to you. Even the stuff you dismissed because you couldn’t see that far yet.
Maybe you were further away from the light, so you saw dimly. There’s space in between to get lost in the depth of knowledge.
Sometimes a lot of reality seems unbelievable, but it’s not.
Life is historic.
The more you study people and the world around them, they are ever so fascinating and undeniably predictable. Life draws parallels with our dreams. Dreams then live on to reflect an understanding of possibility.
There’s This, That, There, or over by the corner but on the same street.
Black holes, White Matter, and gray choices.
And another thing: God is whatever you define God to be. Like a perspective. Approach. Idea. Dream. Void. Galaxy. Past. Nothing or Everything. A reaction or a cause? However, you spell it out – if you do any spelling at all.
Everything is fully aligned like the planets around the sun. They are also in orbit – so there’s a slow dance going on.
Death plays a part in it.
Some may consider it divine. Cosmic. Revelation.
Time is yours to define. It’s just you in the middle of a bunch of people dancing.
Some people are Uniformed while others are Deranged but in the middle there’s you.
Sitting in the middle of the party – wanting to dance like crazy or just chilling with a drink in your hand.
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