The silent lines where opposites touch and symbiosis is found...where the sidewalk ends and the grass begins, where ivy crawls up cable lines and wires alongside houses, where the vast and powerful ocean is sliced through by the metal of warships, where the warmth of goodness, like the hot magma center of the earth, deep within the inner core of every being is alive and waiting to have the cold layers of fear that rap around it washed away.
The moments when our eyes open wide and see the world without expectation, reflection, anticipation, rememberance or observation of the past or future or one's very self, like seeing with the eyes of a child. Feeling through another's heart and truely walking in their shoes, and then the human hands that transfer thoughts and dreams into dual digits traveling through wires near lightspeed to be reabsorbed by another human's eyes and mind. Making art from mathematics, and mathematics that turn back into art.
The simple place where all religion is born, like the location at the moment of impact when a stone cast upon still water enters and then ripples out circular in all directions. The intersecting point of truth when science meets spirit and they become, and have been, one.
Our individual spheres of perception, and the moment of paradigm shift in which that sphere reaches maximum capacity and bursts into an ever greater sphere, filled with roads untraveled and experiences yet to be had.
The sphere of our planet, in existance because of an absolute balance of perfect geometry from equal pressure upon all sides, it's equal darkness and equal light, equal death and equal life, equal male and female counterparts, and the constant swirling movement of it's macro and micro cycles that take thie divided canvas of black and white and swirl it all together creating slender streaks and rolls and coils in a million tones of grey that force us to transcends the dualistic perception of our existance and move us into the extrordinary recognition of the complex simplicity that we call life.
There is man and the machine, and the machine and the trees. It is that invisible line of tension and friction that is so influential, inspirational, and so much the symbol of who and what we are in are human nature. We are the line.
Without this perfect balance, without these polarities, and the consant dance of liquid in grid, we fail to exist, and thus fail to be infinate. All of this and so much more is our influence.
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- Eartha Harris -
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Imperium Dominium would like too thankyou for being in our realm of sonic musical vibrations, we wish you the best and will check back with yours very soon & thankyou very much for the add ~¨‘°º Imperium º°‘¨
I have acquired some photos of your lovely mug from our most recent experience together, and i was going to share them with you
stay tuned for website redirection which will host said photos :)
hope all is well my dreaded friend
ps. already dug into the novel in discussion and am learning more and more about the insights that we as humans will be making in order to realize our transformation
hey eartha, thanks for the music. you are a true artist... inspired from the soul! our collective soul is inspired by you! looking forward to hearing more of your songs...
