Oh. As I stretch my arm, my hand, into another dimension the euphoria is all I feel. The euphoria is all I remember. What truly exist beyond this stillness? Is this stillness not the only true beauty? The heart of the philosophers search, the enlightenment we look for.

When the world is in a state of ignorance.

When media has consumed the mass mind and therefore triumphed over mass consciousness.

When the majority can only think in terms of "I alone" instead of "I in all" .

When fear and mistrust are rampant.

When hope is reduced to a forgotten fantasy.

It's been too long. Amidst a cramped school schedule, a weekend job, a new love, and a mind over-stimulated with monetenous worries I have had no time to visit this site- or visit the part of myself that Evolver echoed so passionately- my soul.

Naturally, I deem myself a Spiritual being. Human, eh, but Spirit...completely.

I have felt, seen, been in sync with what I can only explain as a vast universe of energy, stars of light, and this never ending blackness.

Life is beautiful.

Amongst the massive suffering that consist of emotions, tragic events, temptations, dissapointments, regrets, anger, sorrow there still exist moments of beauty!

Moments of bliss between two human beings!

Moments that are so temporary, skies that are so blindingly brilliant with the light of the Sun! Laughter that shakes all the sorrows and monotony to death!

It is space.

It is nothing.

And it is all.

We are energy, pure, moving, and still.

Darkness and light.

To the physical it is a space of contradictions

To what is non-physical it is All and Natural.

The brain, the body, it is all physical.
The dialogue between You and Yourself is what is non-physical.

It is the only thing that is non-physical.

A place where we all get along.
Despite me not liking you,
or you not liking me,

differences,
we love each other, simutaneously
without distructing our own unique paths?

The entire world,
united because we inhabit the same universe?

I really believe it is possible,
it must be,
if it is capable through imagination,
then cant it be created in our reality,

Moments of serenity,

Peace in a land of turmoil,

What is love? What is infatuation?

And for what reason do i feel suffering?

Does anyone make noise in their dreams- that will continue to echo as they awake?

In desperation I find silence-- I'm confuse, and not understanding the way life is turning.

Coincidences seem to follow me in my destiny.