we become a match to the exact circumstances and events relevant to our conscious, unconscious, and subconscious processes. we attempt to quantify and encapsulate what seems to be, yet we’re immediately ill-equipped to surmount that which has arisen.

in the instant we think we know, practiced and proven mechanisms engage. game over.

to transcend the barriers and resistance of what has been isn’t simply to jump over it and carry on; that’s buying into a victim story; that’s coping, and life will deliver within those parameters in perpetuity if we allow only that.

we’ll try to effect transcendence through the common and practical, often through violent constructs, only to ever defeat our efficacy, time and again.

paradigms are made, and thus need to be broken. we’re living through exceptionally reductive, suppressive means and are completely unaware of the grandiosity just opposite the veil.

we dabble, cowardly, in dream or altered, induced states, again affirming the misguided notion of our inherent fallibility and fragility. we subject ourselves to baser and minimal form and function yet perceive them as universal, authentic, and arbitrarily fulfilling… a chaotic theory.

life, is. it reveals itself according to our nakedness. it is effortless as we become so. it is timely, as we become time-less. it is musical, as we allow ourselves to attune.

it is poetic, as we become wordless.

solvitur ambulando