Transgressed...

(Originally dated November 14, 2020)

The blue light of a candle, unexpectedly touched by a sloppy breath of wind, seems to be reluctant to be embarrassed. The light as an existing being would rather want to be loyal to its inner heart expressing its wish to be spreading out with respect to both Space and Time: Me (the light), telescoping out to become one with the all, still under the fear that all my activities, all my thoughts, and all my words are closely associated with that which is supposed to be unknown and has been diligently hidden by the universe.

That awkward moment when it comes to my attention that I have some obsessive emotion, to become one with something in mind that can neither be fully identified nor recognized, that is hopefully to be realized: it is about the right time.

It would perhaps be a privileged way unique in being enchanted to convert whatever it is into either something or a process emerging with diverse or multi-sided experience that is unknown, undetected, and unexpected in advance. An attempt of this kind would conceivably lead to challenging a boundary, implicitly set with justification on account of reason, which divides what is useful and hence is allowed and what is not while it could irresponsibly fluctuate due to eras and/or cultural circumstances. Down here or up there.

I have the right to be part of the synchronization of the cosmos.

When curiosity readily dominates fear, I close my eyes. I am not fluent enough in my tongue to explore some certain aspects of my being. It is just that the light penetrates darkness while the sound fades into it. Ah... Notable deactivation of thoughts.