Infinosphere

So within the infinity of possibilities there is a light, luminescent as it represents such a difficult to pin down range of unimaginability. On the face of any idea is a fuzzy gray aura, which, to us, may represent any number of imaginable, reasonable, maybe even every day routine, but nonetheless different interpretations of that idea.

Take healthy food for example. It glows different colors for us all. With the memory of taste, the sense of smell, the whole enchilada of what the eyes take in (which is certainly more than just the rainbow) a fresh juicy apple makes an aural holographic imprint on our existence, and we JUST KNOW down to our core that the air and water and earth embodying the apple are the purest in the universe, having been shoved through the sieve of creation. The fruit is so pure, that when we eat it, it actually removes impurities from our bodies, thus making us healthier. I personally believe (despite lack of hard evidence) that the more toxins we take in as children, the more our bodies crave toxins as adults and changing the nature or scope of those toxic levels (i.e. detoxifying) is tough unless its slow. But, lets face it, everyone, everywhere, will one day need to somehow find a way to fly over the walls of change, of our own instinct. Society has come up with as many ways to deal with this basic fact, as there are number of civilizations that have ever existed anywhere at any time.

So we make a plan, which mitigates losses and maximizes yields. But sometimes a plan isn't enough. Sometimes we need a way. One way. The one way forward has nothing to do with mitigation, nothing to do with ego, nothing to do with history, nothing to do with time, nothing to do with society, nothing to do with reality as you know it. Call it Tao if you want to, call it that thing you will one day wish you had said to yourself all those years; call it the years of ancestry's thinking that becomes the wisdom of the folk tales, how it becomes the life lessons we emerge from. Call it hope, love, god, tao, or the human cheeseburger of tasty shamanic principles. I am an egg, who will continue to hatch whether the shell lets me out or not. Since I'm not going anywhere in this shell, I'm going to enjoy my time pecking and writing on the walls of this home.