I Am Here, My Ethos.

Chapter 3: Spatial Error

I don't know what to say to questions of "why". Is life really that pretentious. Don't ask me why life is hard and long. Ask where does it matter.
I don't think life is long, I think it's infinite.

Spatial error is spatial divergence. It is when time or the length of a reaction does not equate to awareness. Cognition is a conscious self. Recognition is the space between self and life that creates the spatial capacity – to live.

It is our inclination to life that makes us so small. While life is very big in its stature, we want it to be bigger. Though, the desire of curiosity is wishful thinking, sometimes life appears to be not so persuasive.

Feelings of longevity are hard to cope with because of the lack of understanding of time phenomena. To question existence is to question time. Time being the hours when I flourish.

Life is long because I know time. I journal its' stanza every hour.

10am means late
5pm means dinner

I know time is viable when I'm washing the dishes but it seems to disappear when I'm watching TV. The disappearance is noted. My mind is content unoccupied and is free to travel. Light energy is complacent. Ungratified with time.

Time is energy of core, you emancipate it when time takes the role of energy. That is the law of gravity. To be in the constraints of your surroundings.

Holding onto feelings, gripping energy, we are depriving forces from their strength. When driving forces, energy inhibits liberty of core. Being okay.

I try to stay loyal to dimensions that are always changing. I struggle to keep my thoughts connected. Avoiding the mundane perfects me. I struggle to keep connected. When life is distant, I write of its company. It leaves me so often. "I was like this when I did that," "I did this when I was.." reminding myself that it's okay. Longing fate is not my forte.

It is my reality.

The separation of life from reality is astrophysical. It is not difficult when its intentional.

The light is welcoming sometimes, I see my reservation to it. It is remarkable in its study of reality. The subtle refractions are unnoticeably large in their favour. I see its vibrations and stillness altogether. It is the alteration of my iris and pupil combined that brings matter closer to physical existence. Matter is astrophysical.

When time, space became.
Without the concept of time, space would be obsolete.

I do not live with the stars but I speak of their monotony.

The minute work is of mind and matter. It is the fabrication of signals to a point of absoluteness where the focus occurs in a form of effortless reaction. The stimuli is the offender itself, light energy.

It travels as a particle and reacts with substantial matter, once caught by the eyes, an intelligent source, the symmetry is phenomenal. Then a signal, promoting the mind to see itself. It is light energy and it can formulate a realistic shape of existence. From its existence to shape existence. A realistic form of wordplay. Light is matter and matter something that matters -light.

The collision is of mind, and the result is a sign in colour, saying this is me. I see. And what I see; is my mind in a display of attention. It is exaggerated in rays. I can see it ever so clearly.

A change of scenery is always pleasant.