The I in me can't fake, but the image that I call 'me' so often fiercely holds and defends *it*self, yet *it* is NOT the self. Image is like a snapshot of the moving reel, yet the animation continues, and the mind has a tendency to prefer some snapshots over others and 'lock in'. The universe is not a static space so the identity must die for the sake of the movement of the life to be. Behind chaos is intent... the intent can be felt as sound [that which creates geometry = structure, hence sacred geometry]. Do you stay the same, or do you see the wise?
Näytetään blogitekstit, joiden ajankohta on kesäkuu, 2010.