More than Words !

Partly because he had an unfathomable need for an collective altered state of perception, where wired framed lenses of his eyes could learn something more, subtle and lucid, now this is not a bandaged undertaking, not a ceiling over the concrete head-- or a stammering psychopath in my head. Its completely okay, you can take your time in circling the vistas of words but I do see him talking in third person, so that who you think is reading this, possible needs a surgeon of his own, possibly someone who can dissect the amygdala out of his brain, reminded that you cannot use any cursors or thought implants to do this, you have to jump, because he is already ciphering your needs, and you have given him a name, GOD, its certainly your own ideas of him has nothing to do with you, nor his to you, its relative: but thought once digitized gives you a sense of what we together can tap into, a language of no sense, here is where you will and can first read this a Bible of a sort, or a Geeta, ...

the magic is in the death & decay because that is what transforms life,  that lets it grow and expand  that gives it meaning the meaning of life is simple, 'DEATH' everything dies in this enterprise called the universe  nothing briskly remains as a token,  nothing for granted  nothing static  nor kinetic  but the quivering chills of a lover's breath remains as an eternal hangover,  and in that state of mind, t he universe collides  into a star, there is no death and no life  there is only death and only life  so please be happy and mourn,  because you are dying  and you shall  never die  holographs !

It's hard to explain, much harder to tell- dare I say a word dare a word be spoken,. It's almost like trying to solve the perennial puzzles of soul, magnetized into the overwhelming response of heart, not so vividly spoken, yet told. I am incapable of articulating the expansion of feelings, just a wise symphony of a deeper awe. And this feel of universal splendor taking over my perplexed soul. Why is it so? Because you are rendering a parallel polarization of magnification and allure, where I am pointing to insightfully profound sense of beauty that holds me when I am around your lure. Thank you oh, beautiful soul. It's an absolute grace. And your presence is enchanting waves of euphoria to behold.

Naturally, I can place various images in your head. Dolphins. Cats. Batman. First love. Sex. Mountains. Stars. Best friend. Mother. Cats again. You see, we together can rave inside our heads, we can portray an imagination that can lead us to the mysteries of universe. We can time travel. We can warp black holes in the very fabric of our neurons. We can immortalize ourselves by the very gesture of thinking. We can pinpoint poetry to the elementary foundation of rudimentary atoms. We can become atomic reactors synchronizing, exploding and expounding the morphic fields of our resonant being, and in doing so 'we evolve'. We are the constant evolution of imagination. We can take screenshots of our reality and merge them together to direct a film called life. We are life bearers. We are light bearers. We carry the torch of inertia, of thermodynamics and of the ultimate gods. Of pandora's box. Of Egyptian, Babylonian, Sumerian, Vedic Aztec and Himala...

When head heeds emptiness like strings of vibratory feelings crossing  the [PATH] of emotional tantrums- you see, for the first time how the ego plays  the songs of desire. This here (this thing)  is the cradle of hope.  A fierce stationary junction  where 'your existence' remains unknown.  Where you can't find authenticity.  Where you see stupidity crawling inside your spines.  Where you are halfway alive, halfway dead.  This is the palace of melancholia.  Here, you mourn your untimely death.  Some many of 'once upon a time' has passed here. So many times, you have died a death  not meant for you.  This might sound as a dismal theme, a dreadful humour engraved inside a shell of tragedy.  where humanity is a pretentious whore,  and humans are depressed to the very core- there I shall ask him,  if this is where he belongs? or does he have a choice? R...

Tarot are mysterious cards. The cards of magic and divination. There is no known origin of the 'Tarot' cards. The tarot consists of 78 cards, which is divided into 22 major arcana and 56 minor arcana. The 56 minor arcana are divided into 4 suits. The 4 suits in the modern cards also come from the 'Tarot' system. Simply put, the modern cards are derived from the 'tarot' cards. The 'Tarot' cards represent the human anatomy, the solar system and the structure of universe. The 'Tarot' cards are believed to have inherited the mysteries of 'Thoth' and 'The Book of Enoch'. One must look at the cards and observe these cards with the thought of mystery and magic in mind. That way the cards work. The cards consist of the way to magic and mystery. According to Antoine Court de Gébelin, the word 'Tarot' is derived from Egyptian word Tar and Ro. Tar means the royal and rod means the road. The word tarot hence means the royal...

Life is the spirit incarnate in time.                                               -Buckminster Fuller Richard Buckminster Fuller is one of the most unknown visionary and inventor from the 20th Century. Though unknown, he is easily one of the most important person in the modern history. Fuller is not limited to a field or scope, he expands beyond ideas to find solutions to the global problems and crisis. His ideas are revolutionary. Fuller published more than 30 books in his lifetime. He popularized and used the ideas such as 'Ephemeralization', 'Synergetic' and 'Spaceship Earth'. He is also known for his invention of 'Geodesic Dome'. Fuller basically is a polymath who cannot be defined by few terms.  Fuller believed that world can be a better place not just for a fraction of population, but for everyone in this planet. Fuller is a beautiful exam...