Thursday, May 31, 2012

Permission To: Be

Is anyone really ready? By thinking a thought does it come to be?

No.

At least not by me. While speech may be sincere and well rehearsed it is not a state of being until recorded in another form, written.

Scribbled and crossed over, and read out; then touched down, and finally it becomes. Individual, your's very.
It is/can be known. However honest, dishonest, bias, plain, or pulped up. Gaining power, possibly life eternal.

A Savior unto it's self.

This is why books are dangerous and bold; beautiful things. This is how religion, art, and all manner of human humanity can be defined. The irrefutable desire to communicate.

Now this is mine. Not mine before nor after, but right now. The idea is the looping of grey static. This idea while presented through my words is BP, BC!

Etched in stone, in abstract smears on modern canvas, through historical fiction or biographical documentaries. 

It's grace is it's own;

Like us, easily distorted and grossly unactualized.
Homo sapiens: Forever through art by an imperfect moment in flesh.

Photo @ Fremont Indian State Park Museum in Sevier, UT


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