I came across some art yesterday and I noticed how much I enjoy looking at it. But there was something there, some flavour that came out whenever I looked at these images.
I realise that l was rememorating a world where ‘I’ and ‘humanity’ never existed. It is a world utterly free from the influence of ‘being’, a magical fairy tale like world.
I realise that this fairy tale like quality is precisely because ‘being’ and ‘humanity’ have never existed there. That flavour is of the final destination, and I have visited that place and walked around in it as a flesh and blood body only.
So now it is about having the confidence to proceed towards this final destination. To allow this body to live in that unimaginable fairy tale like world, irrevocably.