I want to be in the sensuality of existence, where I belong. Inside the subtleties of the smallest moments. The slightest of movement. Of touch.

Pushed through to grace and depth and purpose.

truth is real, fear is false, love highest law, the future is ours to create, unga bunga, call for thinkers, banking on the afterlife

Extraordinary beauty is in the eye and the jaded eye can see what is. Neurosis and fearlessness are part of the way, but they both get played out.

This is not the time to be afraid. Down the road of nobody knows. Things will get infinitely more complex. Take the next step.

It’s about fear. It’s about trust. It’s about fear. It’s about trust. It’s about fear. It’s about trust. It’s about fear. It’s about trust.

You Can’t Stop the Sun From Shining. True but you can either sit in the umbrageous umbrage of a luxuriant treecrown or on a log-built bench in the sun like a mottled umber.
or in a tree house. or anywhere else.

i wanna get it. bust through the walls of existence and push parameters past where we know. getting to be ‘present’ was long ago. ready to go through the jungle

Now grounded with a master plan of new ways of communicating new ideas.

Listen for the sound.