courtesy of nasa. 

we are all part of it. the problems and solutions. we are everything the universe is doing, we are the protectors and the destroyers of our own fate and planet. everything good and evil that cometh is our own doing. if there is plastic in the oceans, warming waters or towering skyscrapers look no further then yourself. close your eyes and feel the expanse of it all. when you start to see it, the world began to happen. it is as good as you make it, as bad as your want it. when you expire, so will it. so will I.

it does not matter your size, place or predicament, everything you feel and see is you reacting to the world and the world reacting to you.

smile and the world smiles back. knowing that you can choose to see or be seen, to run the day or have the day run you, creates an illusion of choice. that you can react instead of being the reaction. half of your body your mind controls, have is controlled on its own, it is simply the mind that we don’t know if we are controlling or not. our mind races, the monkey mine, it jumps around on its own, and on occasion you can point it.

many things are this way. the weather, our perceptions, our time on this planet. luck, fortune, fate, are these chosen or do they find us? do we beat our hearts, our desires from within or created externally? fundamentally we don’t know. we guess, we project our opinions on it all, but this rock we sit on day to day hurling through space is something we simply cannot comprehend, so we focus on things that we can grasp. high fashion, trends in real estate, aches in our bones and what our crazy uncle is up too. leaving little doubt that those mystical questions are left to our ancestors to ponder, since our daily consumption is enough to keep us full at the moment.

slow down, watch the words come out, stop looking at the screen, look away, look up, find yourself in the corner of the room and look back at yourself. smile and be amazed at all the wonder going on without you having to do anything, then know one day it will all stop.

hurtling into the future we go.

the genius of super deluxe.