What if your life was not to be taken personally? Like seeing yourself in the mirror for the first time, needing nothing to arrange, but simply appreciating what you see, and there you engage.
What if everything was bound by a subtle joy where your being bathes, at play with form and its ever-changing ways.
What if Earth spins without your precious effort, what if the galaxy did not hesitate?
What if all the thoughts in your mind were but a passing collage of images, sourced from something deeper, and that was what you have been after all along?