Reincarnation
As uncomfortable it is to have a cold I have discovered that being sick is like residing in another plane of existence. The physical world becomes cloudy and even disorienting whereas the mental plane somehow becomes enhanced…of course this could also be attributed to the Tylenol, Nyquil, Ecanasia and the fact I haven’t slept in 3 days. Regardless of those minor *ahem* influences, life seems to be making more sense to me now than ever before. I feel connected, rooted within this crazy world. I feel as though I have the power to make anything happen. I can feel the energy rushing through my body, through my veins, pumping in my blood. I can see a future. So many images are flooding my mind…I can’t draw myself away from the beauty. Am I seeing images no one has seen before? Am I feeling energies no one has felt before? The stream of images is moving faster…a colorful blur of life. It’s too much for one person to take. I feel as though I am entirely made up of energy and at any given point I am going to explode apart and lend myself to new life. I feel the connection. I know what life is.
The secret of life is that it’s not a secret at all.
The secret of life is that it’s not a secret at all.