Still water.
Shadows on dark ice.
Fire on the hillside.
A quiet balance in disguise…
Category: Existence
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Creation…
We love art.
We cherish creation.
Pictures from letters.
Movies from pictures.
Humans from humans.One.
Two from One.
Three.
Four…A cosmos dictated by adding.
More and more.
Until we can have no more.
A cosmos whirling around creation.
Only to reach its destruction.
Try to remember though.
It is not addition that we live by.
It is Subtraction.And the more we add the more we will come to realize.
That one day there will be nothing more to add.
And right at that moment we will see our self.
And the only way forward would be to break the mirror.And go back to zero…
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All that is needed…
All that is needed is a clip and a photo to create a video.
All that is needed for a book to be written is an idea.
All that is needed for a person to be born is a small cell.
All that is needed for the cosmos to unfold is void and the idea of energy being positive and negative as well.
In a world of possibilities, there is nothing that cannot exist.
Except the simplest things that we still seek.
Me. You. He.
In a world full of everything I still cannot know how I came to be.
And I always seek that answer.
Refusing to accept what the universe tries to say to me.
(What can die, could never live…)
Poetic Philosophy 