A Scientific Troubadour and Experimenter of Spirit
Chapter Trinity (Just in time for Paddy’s day!)
Chapter Trinity (Just in time for Paddy’s day!)
Where are the scientific artists? The spiritual detectives?
Where are the romantic mathematicians or the musically inclined lyricists of
physics? Where are the poets of intellect, the discoverers of the realms that
only can be found within the mind, tellers of stories which beg to be
philosophized or analyzed using spiritual vigor?
The classic notion of bringing new ideas to life is quickly falling into the hands of the intellect. Every patron is an avid follower of what’s real these days. And when confronted with the abnormally real they dismiss it away with hurried haste because of their own misconstrued grasp of said reality. The quantum spirit is ghostly appearing from there to here but no one is looking in that particular area for what would have been a seemingly easy discovery. Even now with time weighing down on me within my own life I sit emblazoned with spiritual need to portray these architectural feelings using shapes of lines. Why? Because the need is beyond my want and the want is not as powerful as the passionate need to do so. The wandering paths of my heart and soul have no end which is what makes it so challenging to not control. To submit to one’s soul is something that verily becomes further and further from the point.
What point is more acute then the articulate explanation of that which is beyond explaining? What drive is more forward with its momentum then the feeling of accomplishing something that is only parcels of the entire goal which waits at the finish line of purpose? Some may say the societal magnetized attractions which have become ever more so distracting and localized to each individuals home and life are far too strong for us to not go along with the sleeping pillars of the variants existing within the world. To that I say back, what is the point of such a trivial forgetful existence? Shouldn’t the mark of imagination be the first and foremost need within the population of lost souls? Shouldn’t a clearer understanding of a soul, spirit, and the sacredness it has invested into this reality be one of the top priorities of our travelling lives? Seers and prophets of old are no different than scientists studying the most intricate of details existing inside the fragmented illusions in which we co-exist with. Furthermore shouldn’t science finally jump from one ship to the next and instead of discovering things that only our intellect vie for, we in all its glory allow our heart to speak of the virtues and invisible realms that it has found through the varying process of collective aging of humanity? Should we not allow it speak it’s truth for the first time after adapting to the challenges, trials, tribulations, and changes in which we our collective ID decided to throw upon it? The mask of ignorance isn’t as entertaining as the spiritual collective findings, discoveries, and data that it has taken note of through the centuries. This I say, I predict, would beget the science of art to stand on its own infinite feet. It would allow the spirit of math to speak in a language we can all understand. It would allow the singers to sing into reality the quantum feelings it can no longer contain. And of course the romancers of intellect would finally have a niche where they too could explore their variations of studies which brought them true love in the most strangest of ways.
The classic notion of bringing new ideas to life is quickly falling into the hands of the intellect. Every patron is an avid follower of what’s real these days. And when confronted with the abnormally real they dismiss it away with hurried haste because of their own misconstrued grasp of said reality. The quantum spirit is ghostly appearing from there to here but no one is looking in that particular area for what would have been a seemingly easy discovery. Even now with time weighing down on me within my own life I sit emblazoned with spiritual need to portray these architectural feelings using shapes of lines. Why? Because the need is beyond my want and the want is not as powerful as the passionate need to do so. The wandering paths of my heart and soul have no end which is what makes it so challenging to not control. To submit to one’s soul is something that verily becomes further and further from the point.
What point is more acute then the articulate explanation of that which is beyond explaining? What drive is more forward with its momentum then the feeling of accomplishing something that is only parcels of the entire goal which waits at the finish line of purpose? Some may say the societal magnetized attractions which have become ever more so distracting and localized to each individuals home and life are far too strong for us to not go along with the sleeping pillars of the variants existing within the world. To that I say back, what is the point of such a trivial forgetful existence? Shouldn’t the mark of imagination be the first and foremost need within the population of lost souls? Shouldn’t a clearer understanding of a soul, spirit, and the sacredness it has invested into this reality be one of the top priorities of our travelling lives? Seers and prophets of old are no different than scientists studying the most intricate of details existing inside the fragmented illusions in which we co-exist with. Furthermore shouldn’t science finally jump from one ship to the next and instead of discovering things that only our intellect vie for, we in all its glory allow our heart to speak of the virtues and invisible realms that it has found through the varying process of collective aging of humanity? Should we not allow it speak it’s truth for the first time after adapting to the challenges, trials, tribulations, and changes in which we our collective ID decided to throw upon it? The mask of ignorance isn’t as entertaining as the spiritual collective findings, discoveries, and data that it has taken note of through the centuries. This I say, I predict, would beget the science of art to stand on its own infinite feet. It would allow the spirit of math to speak in a language we can all understand. It would allow the singers to sing into reality the quantum feelings it can no longer contain. And of course the romancers of intellect would finally have a niche where they too could explore their variations of studies which brought them true love in the most strangest of ways.
Pave the way for
the future makers. The creators of beloved disciples of the collective
spiritual mind and the beggars of love’s ultimate formula. Wouldn’t this new
area of novelty be the utmost point of it all? A beautiful spectrum of what is
and how we made the world fresh and crisp through our endeavors in which spirit
decided to meet us before we began? Authors of intellect can only predict what
is routine and pronounced as understandable. It takes heart to clarify the
beauty that can no longer be identified using intellect as our pedestal to
stand upon. Maybe a cloud would do us much more justice. At least if you are
going in for training to become a troubadour of the universe, that is.
This is phase three of a Book to be and my wildest of writings.
This is phase three of a Book to be and my wildest of writings.
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