because you can only create magic either by words or by lines
Dear Reader,
I will start with a sorry because its dark and I don't know where my glasses are at
so I may do more writing errors than the usual deal
obviously I don't give a fuck on such minor details
you should know by now...
just occurred to me the meaning I should devise from
all this experiences we face
why deep purple
why child in time?
as you may know
Crocus sativa the plant you obtain the saffron from
most delicate flower in purple color
mixture of red and blue
purple....
highest energy of the light occuring in UV. - Vis. range of electromagnetic radiation!
higher frequency than the other colors of light
Hermes Trismegistus's favorite plant
favorite color....
you may not know but
good stories of God reiterate again and again
in time
all these stories we saw and make us remember
tells us that "everything that we have lived and experienced
happened before and they will happen once again"
just like I wrote in the introduction of my first book !
maybe you can relate reader
sometimes we see things that we push deep down
things that needed to be let out
manifested all around us
regardless of the choices we made to steer away from these
they pop out everywhere
and the destination we set on our journey sometimes
cannot be our final destination
so the real question is whether we have a free will if we are destined for something?
what I am trying to say is complete madness?
if we consider every possible alternate reality is possible in alternate parallel universes?
or if we consider everything is possible....(just like my mom told me when I was little.."....nothing is impossible! as long as you believe it !.. it will become real..."
than in grand scheme of things we don't have a "free will"
because every possible thing is already set into stone...
considering all the possible scenarios
weird
no i didn't smoked weed....its been a while...
and I have to add I am not drunk as well
so... maybe in one reality I am at Redwood forest naked with blue under a full moon
making love on the massive tree stomps
and next morning we are placing two tennis balls next to one another under a giant Sequoiadendron giganteum
a dream made up from the song of the Handsome Family...
whatever I listened up you heard stories
maybe it was all in my mind in the end
just like the stories of rain
initiated by the Fleetwood Mac song Chain....
I made it up and called it real
reader as you see
writing is madness
I remember one day my dad (when he was alive) saying that why he gave up painting when he was really successful and promoted by his professors when he was in the academy of fine arts
we were talking before the painting he made when he was a student in my Grandparents home
he said "look at this painting, its much more than to it as the painting you see...its madness"
"when you look into details with your heart and soul, you loose yourself....to it's majesty..."
"I scared that I could loose my mind if I selected painting as a path in my life..."
the painting we were talking was an oil painting among others is the painting of a nude woman bathing in a copper basin.....
with weird light and expression of gloom and bitterness of absence...
since my grandparents passed away this painting is in my mom's house...
once I get back to my country it will be the first thing I will bring back
and as of writing yes its madness when you see and feel with your heart and try to write those things you feel out of thin air like a crazy men...
maybe making no sense to anyone...
I don't think I can ever give up writing regardless of how stupid or lousy it may be
regardless of which language I write
or regardless how crazy the things I might write
because you can only create magic
either by words, by lines
or by notes...
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