This is How it Begins

Recently, and by recently I mean within the last year and a half, I've delved deeply into the questions of the human mind as it relates to the cosmic function.  One thing we can all agree on is that though many have strong faith and beliefs, no one living truly "knows" the solution tot the cosmic function. What we can say for sure, is that knowledge is a coefficient that tips the scale of power into the beholders favor. That being said, I find my quest for cosmic understanding (i.e. the understanding of why, who and what I am, why my cells and the atoms that make them up behave the way they do, what my purpose is within society, the human organism's overall role on earth, earth's role within the universe and where 'God' lies within all this), I find my quest more a quest of confidence in purpose. The closer one gets to purpose, the more confident, at-ease and all around fulfilled one becomes.  It is how I knew purpose lay within music and writing.  Both nodes of prayer (communication with my innermost being, my 'God'-given talent) invoked a feeling of transcendence beyond my normal day-to-day, a feeling of touching on something within me that was larger than myself.  The feeling of purpose.

I've found there are two deep talents within me, both stemming from my (what some may deem maladaptive) daydreamings, fantastical musings, my spastic need to create and borderline narcissisticly observe my creations, and the fact that my inner monologue is a bit of an extrovert: Writing and Musing. And though I've concentrated heavily on the music aspect of the creative fluid oozing out of my brain, I actually started out with a heavy mental investment in writing.  Neither talent can be ignored. Ask an actress who is also a playwright, or a dancer who is also a flutist. Floutist?

To conclude, I plan on reinvesting in writing; however I intend to couple this mental investment with the want to explore, embrace, communicate, acknowledge, worship, observe and co-create with all levels, microcosmic or macrocosmic, of the cosmic function.  Not necessarily a stern search for the answers to "why" but a fun author's-tango with the question.

The sun is the proton of an unfathomable atom, and we are smaller than quarks.