How about asking which wars are to be fought
when life has given it to me
how can I see if they are right
Teachers of me whom I respect so far
it seems like
I was flexible enough but it wasn't for everyone
Maybe it was for the best for the short period of time
Depth of my thoughts either are determined by how much is temperature of my head or how much hair do I have. There is something about the integral of all of the whole thought which maybe remains constant but what is the quality of depth and vastness maybe remains constant at any specific time in life.
Maybe the total integral which is some sort of a volume, based on the above statement, is a function of age. Maybe it grows over time. Or maybe it is unity and never changing and only being affected by the shadows of the mind to be partially subtracted.
It's both the total volume and the resolution of dissection which changes.
The time contains trends and patterns. Trends are the overall direction over a long span of time and patterns are the smaller scale connections which in a holistic system it is going to contain self similarity to the overall picture.
The he
the art
he who made art
art that made him who he is
something made out of hands
pulls mind higher and higher
makes you wonder
isn't hand, controlled by the mind?
Or is the body, an extension of two hands
merging at the center to become one
heart and lungs for being
bladder and intestine for digestion and feeling
And to be understood and seen through head
Feet are the columns which the body stands on
A stronger form, but not so complex as hands
All for the hands to create a world
To be felt, seen, and understood
What is better than touching, yes there is none
The rest are only salt and pepper to make it more fun
It is a sharp edged multifaceted object that takes the life out of me to be born. The purpose of it, I am not sure but what I can tell for sure is the process of creating it gaves me life.
Hard problems sometimes end up making us slow and stuck but we, complicated human beings tend to get a boost from hard issues.
It gives us a sense of frustration, a driving force to resolve. And whether or not we are able to resolve the issue itself, it shapes our expression dealing with every other issue on hand. This can be good when it is taken into account with care.
The balance will be tilted and what we are used to will change into another.
Change is a part of life and the response to stopping change from happening is accompanied by the dam effect. The flow wants to flow but stopping it momentarily makes it seem like it is stopped but in fact, it is coming back with higher intensity and more powerful than before.
Now that we surfed around the surface of the issue let's dive deeper.
It's an Eastern problem caused by lack of water in the treatment of it. Dryness has caused the flow of the problem to be both stuck and painful. No amount of force have been effective to resolve the issue. Not that the extremities have been used since we know the extremes might resolve an issue but make more in time.
The issue has caused harsh reactions due to internal frustration of it not being able to be resolve and being continuously at the top of the list.
No matter the amount of external interventions, internally it has been the same and communication has been hard with the responsible area.
The rest of the system has been productive but it has been using the already stored resources to continue. Even new supplies has been shipped to replace and push the flow.
The concern is not whether or not the issue will be resolved. The issue is at what cost and what time it is going to be resolved. What are the after effects of it and would it be in the order for the other events and agents to be in sync with them?
Now new stimulation is being introduced to the system which is supposed to be helping it to move forward and the rest of the issue will be documented.
What does it feel like to write down with a clear head?
Would you take your pen and scribble down
Or you would take a knife and open the wound?
What is inside fascinates me, it's a collision a frictious one
Knife goes down and nothing comes out
It needs a hard push for the flow to begin
It is hard to stop when it begins but it also does
Stop once in a while
The point is not how much color it costs
It is what you want to build upon
Deeper down in the headache of the mind
The one from ancient days, since the dawn of the time
Is the probable cause of what is the chaos
It is hard to pin point like the fractions of the pi
But looking at it from a far makes up the mind
Layers upon layers underneath disguised
But who cares, I do, says the creator, do them all
The eye who needs to see them is the painter's eye
