Motion: A new Art of Dancing

The incomprehensible, at times becomes the true way. When spoken language seizes to be the language of choice, indirect forms of communication becomes the medium at "hand." This experience in life gets reflected in many ways. Emotions and the subconscious emerges in motion of matter, as if to realize an "unspoken" language reflecting the true, beyond the comprehension of the subjects themselves. But if the study of motion becomes too dominant, and the mind forgets the other languages, the soul becomes nothing more than a bird, stuck in a crowd, fearful of itself, moving aimlessly in the darkness of the city of light. However, when light dominates the mind, like a stimulus that awakens the soul, all languages become a story, dare I say a creative narrative that points to the same "truth."


Regardless of the veracity of what is true in one's own soul, we must admit that we cannot control the divine other, and must accept the inter-connectivity of the linguistic medium. In the end, the process of beholding the true, like a man proving his choosiness to the divine - that his actions reflect his words. If so, he "will" always remain true to upholding the illusive imperative to bring the soul to see the way of harmony, that is pure and beautiful. Only then can the way of the mysterious be revealed? Yes... to the new realism - a harmony between idealism and the old realism. "Where are you?"

Pure Confusion

In a state of pure confusion. Yes, however so beautiful it is to contemplate questions that have implication to one's own future life. The fine balance between determinism and free will... oh i long to feel a taste of some nihilism.


However, the self must over come the impossible by solving problems dealing with natural selection to the finest degree.


What do you think? how do you feel? do you care for me? or is my confusion just pure will?

huh? is there a new "we"

The uncertainty of a certain experience...how do we go about not conceptualizing a moment beyond words and normal logic? To enjoy the presence of "the other" for who they are and what they contribute to the "we" that feels so foreign to the self that has found comfort in autonomy. The self, feels the necessity to understand not the self for the first time in a long time but to understand the new "we" that has emerged out of happenstance meeting between two souls. To think and to put words on the experience does not do justice to the situation at had. To just enjoy the moment that past so quickly with inconceivable swiftness itself is too detached. The calmness of life, within the bound of a future unrest and uneasiness, a new worry that will be fun to encounter this coming days.