rhythmiccombinations
Combine your hands to your feet, your head to your toe, your third eye to your frontal lobe, combine your senses and your chakrahs; metaphysically mold your daydreams into a subconcious force. Beneath these bones is a heartbeat, and your world rotates on the tip of your quartz eye; combine into love and light and expression. We pretend we look out on the world, and the inner being is in vapid stasis behind glass eyeballs. All is a word meaning whole; whole is a word meaning entirety; entirety entertains the space around, in, above, below. Combine.
The symbolic interactionism that rules our destiny is the flower of life which we are facinated by. It's blooming is the essence of our tetrahedral dimension of light and love that is our aura and our projected consience.
We don't accept the majority just because it says the words your peers want to hear; we calculate our advantage, divide by stupidity, subtract circumstance, and multiply by ethics. Once finished, we expand our truths to promote action and reaction towards the polarities of good or evil, and yet the moments of beauty are defined by something beyond the opportunites presented in this shallow game.