Existence Through Perception

Some define existence quite simply as
the presence of a physical body and
for others, it’s a matter of perception.
We revel in the totality of existence, expanding our
understanding of physical manifestations while

deeply honoring the inner and intra Cosmos. We go beyond the observation of physical modalities
in the occupation of space, time, matter and
in this reality we are never alone.

We carry spirits, perceptions, and the
over
/
under
-whelming magic that lies within the self + selves.

How elementary it is to revel in life defined as a singularity —
to one track-it with narrowly defined goals, ideas, and experiences.
How short-sighted it is to insist on absolutes
and certainties at every turn;
limiting, confining, and neutering the power of existence.
How horrifying it is to debase existence solely to physical presence:

Y/N
0–1.

The secret to perception — to a life experienced
is to hold the patience and the humble understanding that
life unfolds to a timeline that is perfect, complete, and always on time. There’s beauty in the understanding that
life cannot be predicted or assured.
To accept that existence and experience
also lie outside of our controlling grasp.

We spend our lives evolving, accepting, and struggling with an existence that cannot be quantified,
only observed and revered.
So, you see,

the physical laws of nature were never meant to
singularly bind, obstruct, or otherwise define existence.
There’s a soul in everything to account for;
art in everything.

EVERYTHING is art.
art IS in everything.
you are ART.

Neither life nor art is a formula
despite what Freytag postulated as he
debased literary narratives to a simple conceptual framework,
a logical equation. And I,

I happen to think insisting on a nice, neat formula

kills our
souls

and

it kills
art.