we are in the midst of a world in union and the separation of thought. do we see an image, or do we exist in the moment? there is no outside nor is there a tangible inside, yet we make this and it has somehow come to exist as our world of thoughts. there is a dance in which we circle round and round till we come back to the place where we began. humanity is the essence running through all of our veins, so why call others by a name? if we must use a name, just call you me; and know that I am you. love is like the transcendent blue sky, ideas are merely clouds forming and dissipating in the clear blue sky. the clear blue sky is always present and never denies the clouds from forming, yet when the clouds must leave the sky is never holds on. be the sky and let the misty places pass of their own volition. be as the unborn essence of your original existence within the timeless grace of the dance.