I lived within a dream
Many shadows had been cast on me
Some from eye lids falling shut
Some from clouds that fogged the sky
I woke up in the dust
A mist so unsettling I could not rest
Every where it bit my skin
Every time I let it become
Until the clock got turned around
Just in my mind I saw the thought
A vision came clear as lashes did fall
A stroke of air touched what was never to recall
I grabbed on hold and flew along
All the way to the morning sun
Over hills of ice and sighs
Condensation behind my eyes
I rested when the awaited return
Of saddened goodbyes was spoken and learned
The reason to swim within a rainbow
Remains in a multitude of uncoming tomorrows
vision
Motion.
We are all, always, looking for things that don’t exist.
Truth, reality, love..
Idealistic illusions are those concepts in my view.
They are idealistic because we strive for them, driven solely by hope and faith for some better way of living and deeper insight in life itself.
They are illusions in the sense that they don’t actually appear in life. Abstract as they are, they can only be formed in the mind.
Being mere concepts therefore.
There is no reasonable ground to presume that any such thing as truth, reality or love actually exist.
The ideas we have about them, are nothing but a balanced calculation between hopes and desires on one side, fear and uncertainty on the other.
As well like views on luck and happiness, these formless unstructured notions of how the world might be and how life may or may not be organized, are simply gradual layers related to one another in a mental conceptual landscape that fits the imagination as well as it can operate in practise.
These visions of things and how things are in opposition to how they appear, are necessary for us to survive.
In a whole new scale of levelling, survival of the most well-adapted is still only a filter to create and stimulate motion.
Motion holds abruptly if there is no space to move into. Growth, development, evolution, however it gets downgraded to normative terms: All is in motion, constantly.
And in the same moment, there is also only ever here and now. This contradiction alone, is to me sufficient enough to believe there is no such thing as reasonable ground to any thing.
No matter how advanced our science or techniques may become, we as humans will always contradict ourselves in our finding, because we eternally continue seeking for more, deeper, further.
But in the end, there is no ultimate substance, no earliest beginning, no inevitable ending. The deepest, highest, most final answer or solution or explanation is the illusion so idealistic to us, that it keeps us looking, that keeps stimulating us to move forward, thus keep evolving. Therefore it is manditory for us to survive, to always continue looking for sense to be made in this world and life.
There is only motion… Even time and space only exist relatively to one another. Only now or never, only here and nothing, are sure entities. The rest will remain a mystery, but lucid enough to keep us moving towards it.