The heart runs faster, surer than the mind.
Yet words elude its keenly piercing grasp.
Take flight, this solid footing cries aloud.
Leave me behind and learn to spread your wings.
You've served me well, brave words, thus far.
But the stray puppy of my soul just wants a friend.
What can we know?
Ideas I am playing with to make sense of existence.
Life is self-directed change.
Change is the journey between order and chaos.
Consciousness is an organism's perspective on autonomy.
An organism is the largest center of consciousness which can trust itself.
Beauty is a conscious experience.
Art is the transformation of ideas through a catalyst of mind.
Science is that which we seek to understand.
Art is most beautiful when shrouded in mystery.
Communication is passing an idea between minds like a fire between candles.
Morality is the exercise of consciousness to alleviate suffering.
We are the products of our environments.
Environments are the products of choices we make.
Happiness is of the body, lived in the present.
Fulfillment lies in memories and dreams.
Misery is disconnection from time's arrow.
Joy is immersion in each breath on the path to fulfillment.
Love is the individual merged into a collective.
Soul is the individual condensed to its essence.