there’s a passion higher than flesh
the one that gives birth to fantastic things
the one that instead of consuming your life
is creating wonders
the true passion of unshackled spirits
finding light, colour and hope deep within themselves
spreading all the marvels around them
with a beautiful madness
equal to genius
What is your inspiration these days? It becomes harder and harder to tell what is still “us” in this whole mixture of thoughts and events, to recognize the origin. Might be something we like, but even that is tempered with everything else outside.
Everything has become more and more transitory. Truth stays the same but life not, it’s more and more disposable. But then everything else is disposable, why should life be any different?
We’ve been stripped of our own essence, or the essence has been stripped out of things. Or maybe we have no longer ability to find it, because it’s there, just waiting for us.
At times we get little glimpses of it, in rare true moments of beauty when there’s a higher presence of life…