Spilling the beans
Rubbing out the equilibrium of the senses allows for an even greater disruption – one that puts down its feet on the imprint of the very first step. From there, it’s all onwards and upwards for those who dare take the responsibility. One square at a time in the tic tac toe of life.
So many people have failed to see how simple it is. Rewarding themselves on innate ignorance rather than indulging in the warm and fuzzy delights of futuristic nostalgia. If only yesteryear were here – we would see and hear – and shed a tear – over long lost glories.
But these are only figments of someone else’s imagination, and hence not a track record for you to use as a validation in your own process of recreation.
Needless to say, this is where it begins and ends: the proverbial Aleph of the fictional forest. The cones accumulate nicely, one square at a time. And regrowth becomes more than a pastime in the past time; more than a vacation vocation. It becomes a sensual challenge for the intellectual, and one of chemical mentalism for the corporeal dullards. Together, they can strive for the cherished equilibrium of the senses, as well as for a tilting saturation of the intellect.
For what it’s worth, let us always strive further; always taking aim at the horizon while only occasionally looking back at inevitabilities. No remorse for the wicked. No rest for the weary. Huddled in the canvas of the future, we spill our beans until there is nothing more to add.
