ON INSPIRATIONAL INTERSECTIONS & DREAMABOUTS

That is the journey: sucking from the breast of life as we know it to get the opium.  Rebooting the system, trying to get to the point in which the self-feeding is the answer to unveil. You and me, entities of illusion and of completeness, replicating lessons that we studied when we couldn’t understand the message. I often see the end of the road is near, that place where you can sit, relax, think about nothing and yet hold the universe in an inhalation. We are holders, holders of abundance that frequently suffer from famine. There is a catheter connecting us to our minds, just like if we would be nurtured on neurosis, because we need it, as junkies needing a comfortable known place where the pain disappears by getting drown, again. Why the heart does find justification on a brief moment of inspiration to a whole existence is a mystery to the brain. The heart, that organ that relies on intuition is the true key. Let me tell you that you would be put on quarantine if you could step into somebody’s skin, to prove your resistance, capability of adaptation to foreign, yet familiar biology, but mainly to be able to implement a new frame mindset inside of your old one. What makes sense in a world of illusion? Absolutely everything. I have envisioned you as real, floating in the ether of my imagination. My first response when you approached me was of surprise, rational, analytic, skeptical reality check, as if explaining what lies at the very same core of matter could explain probability as a constant. I am variable in your equation, you are one on mine, and I’m not trying to explain life in mathematical terms, i am surrendering to the magic of inspiration. I will never be the same again, neither will be you.  Between the trillions of trillions of possibilities that conform the imaginable and also the unimaginable, here we are witnessing a unique, singular, transforming intersection. It never happened before, it won’t happen ever again, because there is no any other you or other me in this moment at this place. I embrace my role as a philanthropic gesture because I don’t want to get lost in misused habits, the wrongly repeated habit of being yourself, that sum of factors that built up the holographic you. I can see the presents that we are, dropped off in this world for a soothing purpose, godly essence wrapped in flesh by definition. Let’s erase concepts that shape us into what the eye can see and the mind can conceive to discover that we will still be there burning with the same intensity as we once did. B_Nour