There is a lot of shit in life but that is not all that is out there. Two rivers separated in the middle by nothing yet flowing as two. Mountains that touch the sky. A rose is made even more beautiful by the thorns it is given. We celebrate birthdays when in fact we are celebrating our own closeness to our demise. We can be so funny sometimes. In this harsh world there are still bald men who go around eating sweets with pepper and chicken rice with wheat. Not all is lost upon this world. Feelings can me made so much more than harsh exchanges of futile insane imagery. What we project outside is our will to be the one. When in fact that goal is more achieveable by trying to be no one. I may seem like a mad philosopher but this is how I do my life. Do not we all do life?

Onions and turnips for dinner,
Sure to wipe a smile, bring a tear,
Foraging for something worthwhile,
You'll never find, no matter how far a mile
So make a do with the rainbow on the moutain,
The spring flowing below it,
Garden growth that gathers the birds,
If you believe you will see,
Come together watch the stars grow bright,
Maybe they will show a way,
Which you and I can take

There was man and there was logic. According to the tools that have been provided to my mind and body in my wordly remembrance my only conclusion is that logic the supreme method. But it is logic itself that allowed me to arrive at that conclusion. Thus I must conclude that I am limited. In order to explain everything and by everything I mean all the encompasses our vast existence we must dwell into the realm of the metaphysical where logical bends along the dimension of passion. Where the heart meets the mind. I understand now that I must let go. Let it all wash over me. Here I break a vow so that I may change my perspective.

To look another way,
Not to dance to the same jingle,
Understanding will never come,
Given it was to you all along,
Seek in circles yet seek,
For the voyage is what breaks us all,
Dancing fires in my mind,
Quenched by the eerie water of the heart,
Another arc of the circle traversed.