Like the nameless song stuck in my head, I float. It's an emergency response, an automated reaction to the extreme presence and proximity of reality. How quick life works, and how surprisingly great it can be...
Somedays I am certain that there exists a tapestry of meaning so simple that it is beyond my comprehension. Like the note Mi, my favorite note, simple in its existence and fundamental in the grand scheme of things. It starts the rain, starts the sunrise. In the Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy, the meaning of the universe is 42. In the Matrix, it is given in a dialogue between a boy and Neo when the boy says: There is no spoon.
Simple, really. In a way that I can see sometimes, but it is difficult to grasp, like an image seen when one does not look at the painting itself.
Here's to not looking at the paintings, smiling, and enjoying life in all its simplicity. Here's to surprises, to cinnamon and to the note Mi.
About Me
- Skyfall
- Full of life, colorful, happy - always, always happy. His life is a dance floor, music flows in him, through him, he never gets tired of dancing, of laughing, talking, creating and thinking. He is flamboyant and audacious, and content at being so. He lives to enjoy the color spectrum in all its great impossibility.