standing still in relentless inner motion and turmoil.

does acceptance require thoughtfulness? or is it the act of a forceful stop of resisting? even, perhaps, forgetting about it - with or without conscious effort?

the absurd freedom of creation (passion, desire) and the inescapable laws of the universe (constants, rigid) do not meet in the middle - they meet in their coexistence

(which is a matter of perception that also varies within each of us and I surely always pops in my mind, without effort and much resistance, there's no use for it except to make myself spiral in the theoretical and not-knowns that drain me... help me make it stop).

you avoid it. you put each one at the end of a supposed spectrum but, if so, what exactly is in the middle? what marks its beginning and end if it's on a continuum?

it's much easier to box everything up, imagining it with the help of geometry, on a 2-dimensional reality as a child drawing that tries to replicate what they see... isn't it harmful? masochistic and evil (if evil existed, as most people think it is - again, fighting against my own words...).

I choose both.

a block of melting ice for reason/rigidity, a boiling hot dose of creative freedom. I pour them into a big crystal bottle and watch as they mix and blend with each other... and the colour of that blend is rather unique. you cannot see it, of course, it's felt.

and you put it in a bottle and carry it with you at all times, sipping from it here and there so you don't fall into the hole that exists where a fake continuum shows up... it's not a bridge. don't walk or jump between each other.

they are each other. they are the same. they are the only fact we can perceive.

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baby it's alright...