The world is pliable and our realities malleable. As individuals, each footprint we leave in the sand molds our own world. The terms we choose to take become our default route.
Some of the most moving are intangible. Whisking between fingers like the wind, perusing through renovated avenues in our mind, stopping for coffee in our dreams. What a lesson in life: what's grasped friendly tends to pop. What is destiny feels just right.
Ah, the power of a coffee bean. Could domesticated imperialism exist without fuel that's native to the ground? Would we all be living in a version of the past? Less toil by less hands? Less that could’ve leaned into God’s intricate design of circadian rhythm? Were humans also designed to make daily adjustments to the chemical components of the Play-Doh behind our eyes and above our nose?
What does it mean that a mirror staring at the mirror leads to infinity? There is no feasible or justifiable end. If I were to raise a magnifying glass into the abyss, would the pattern continue? Or would the perceived presence of nothingness grow in size?
I love this quote from Kishudo that says “Until we have opened our minds to new possibilities, it remains a shadow in the twilight, and a whisper on the autumn breeze”
To feel the beat of a city, and know the pace of a town. To feel the pulse of a neighborhood, magnetized to one and repelled from another. How many cycles to and fro? How many steps leave eternal imprints in one place in one day? Location has a divine correlation between outward and inward energetic output. Adversity has a divine correlation to outward and inward energetic output.