The Flat Mountains

finding the musicality in nature, despite her volatile and indifferent way, makes it an easier feat to endure even in making it harder. Being conglomerated with nature is much more self-sincere than trying to make order out of chaos. All moments are complex and in musical movement and there is no need to let our restless bodies close our eyes to that. We must embrace it, and we must communicate it, for we are part of it. We play an indispensable role too, the interpreter. A most emotional interpreter at that. 

We cannot hold time for long however! Even the quickly exploding mountains appear perfectly stationary to we, the lapses of knowledge, for our time is too short too see what fruitless and beautiful progress the universe is capable of. Only what appears to be a superficial magnification. If there is a dawn, a dusk is soon to come. For the time being, however, we are the holders of the cosmos, and we, the lapses of knowledge, can see it as larger than it really is through the power of feeling, which transcends concept. The heavens and the hells are all ours while we still have the sensation of individuality. The universe is mine and it dies with me, or at least the dishdauniverse does.. but only relatively. After that, i return to the land of grand, grand apathy. 

We would bring more light to our own universes if we take heed of the infinity of every moment running by our peripheral pick-up zone. Paradoxically, bringing darkness into the mix with open arms presents light all the same. that darkness shall forever be standing astute in this mixture. It shall remain as apparent as a dead insect, floating raggedy-legged in your elixir. We must accept it as something we are connected to and dancing in response to. 

Next time you have a short while alone or not being depended on by others, take a moment to perceive your senses without preconceived notions. Sounds difficult? for a short while, it is. Negativity can be rather abundant rather often, and sometimes surrendering oneself to it is involuntary, just as laughter can often force its way from a mouth without control from the conscious mind. In my eyes, a wise policy would be to accept it as a state of being and just sort of let it encompass you. It's harsh grip will wither and die just so long as you don't permanently paint the cosmos with it's assaulting eye. If you do that, the universe will become quite a fiasco. 

Don't become too dependent, either, on the warm bosom of good cheer and tranquility, for it too, will wither and find refuge from you in the shadows. Adjust your biological and mental maps! Erase the indications of topography. The mountains are flat in the face of infinity so climb the mighty ones as if we perceived them as so. Whether you discover an ancient egyptian tomb, or you discover a pecan in a bag of cashews, the task is infinite and microscopic. Now go do what you find worth doing!