Dark Matter
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Looking for transcendent beauty in an environment that doesn’t see the need for transcendence, in a culture that doesn’t acknowledge its reality.
Within the walls of this glass city lie endless prayers to survival needs. Ancient fears and apocalyptic visions encoded in stone: submit, or else. They push, pull, subdue, torment the human ego.
But I feel lighter tonight. I am a visitor on Lexington Avenue. The buildings are dark, imposing. Powers that seek to dwarf others. To cannibalize. But it is also the early 21st century and I can feel in the air that the human spirit is awakening to something … different. Perhaps all of this is the ossified exoskeleton that we cast off – individually at first, then finally collectively. Shedding skin, we evolve.
And I’m settled in my soul, a deep breath out. I am a traveller, a visitor. Not a resident. My home is the endless flux that is life energy. Perhaps this is the real lesson of New York City: that none of this ultimately really matters at all. That the system is only as real as you let it be. And that everything can be cast off all at once in a simple, knowing recognition of what is more important.
Reality is malleable: the great, subjective unknown that we can enter in every new second. The freedom to create.
Travellers choose where they want to go and what they want to look at. Ultimately, they rest only in the galactic. The universal. The pause between breaths. The light that reaches us from star systems millions of light years away. |
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