EVERY HEART TO LOVE WILL COME, BUT LIKE A REFUGEE
A million words float against the backdrop of an endless empty sky of dreams. The dance of life appears, and sometimes it is heartbreakingly beautiful and filled with truly inexpressible emotions that people divide and label. Unspeakable sorrow and suffering, momentous joy and euphoria, all the states of what is called “mind” that are like changing patterns of "weather," also a name that divides what is simply the inseparable flow of what could not be named unless thoughts tried to separate it into discrete pieces. The highs and lows of the life that humans seem to lead, where every day is a kind of baseline mundane boredom with hopes for pleasure and the avoidance of pain. Where each action and word is filtered and interpreted and judged as if passing through some elaborate computer app with an algorithm that is called "me." My life, my love, my world. And yet life no more belongs to any “one” than an app on your phone or laptop. And what is it like when that