There is a point of perspective data we collect throughout our life, like sequences of changing mindfulness and awareness of universal planetary dimensions. Sort of like the metaphysical creations that reoccur throughout the past.
It is almost surreal in a way that the reality of every human individual is absorbs in their own sensibility and reconciliation of their own past lively hood. The creations of one human being invents and shapes our planet as our own. Every year of growth is a blessing and every transpiration is what shapes and intrigued us as we grow our intellect as we age within the decades, wrinkling within time. Life is like a vortex. In time we recoil and transpire into the abyss. Transforming the way our conscience minds things. Recollecting our sacred thoughts and finding ourselves in our pleasing. Taking charge in the second piece of world crossing. Living then dying, proceeding into another unknown. Skipping into the low frequency in
Space between nothing and light. Those little spots you see that blur your eye in sight.
