Unleashed

There are days when it being confined to your own skin seems so incredibly limiting. How is it possible that we have such limited access to the world around us? These frail forms that fill such a small amount of space are all that we have to utilize in connecting to each other and to our world.

Sometimes this vessel just feels so inadequate to the task. My voice does not seem capable to carry the thoughts outward. My meager collection of words to slim to carry the substance. Even the fingers and eyes that blend the paints and move the brush do not seem capable to creating the visual message that transcends the language barrier and extend outward into the world beyond me. I would attempt to create music, but that is not a medium I have mastered.

I think sometimes of those minds that reduced language to digits and made it possible for the internet to exist. I wonder if this binary language is a method of reaching beyond our limited selves and if that is what sparked the imagination of these mathematical adventurers. Then I wonder how constrained they must feel by the conversion of their eloquence into our restrictive linquistics. But perhaps that was the point, just to find a way to move the language across the wire - but not to unlock the barrier of language itself. Is there really a way to free man from his existential box? I think perhaps not and that saddens me immensely.

Is it any wonder that I love idea of transcental meditation? To free oneself and extend outward with infinite access to the universe. In this the mind is free to intertwine and dance with all aspects of our wonderful and mysterious world. Free to be unlimited, un-bound - unleashed.

To Babel no more - fabulous.