A Blank page is staring at me; throwing the challenge to churn up against the mental paralysis aka the "impossibility of reason".
Thankfully, it's the blankness that allowed me to "reason" in the first place.
Existence without any purpose is as painful as the same blank page and yet again; it's very own essence is the armour to fight against itself.
An analytical mind at Google, Facebook, Microsoft or perhaps Nueralink would draw up the most complex algorithms, equations and what-not only to realise later it would just result in a tiny blip. Really (wo)man, how could you even measure infinity?
It would be like stating: "I've found someone who can better Chris Cornell". Sorry, such infinities can never be understood let alone be measured. You can only absorb their light, live in their space coupled with your love and grace.
Where the ocean meets the coastline is where I will wait - to speak to you of this infinity. Until then I am running to chase this incessant desire of my slow-motion daydream.
Hope you understand, why I wrote this message "to" you and not "into".
Regards,
Lost Soul
