I see a green tree from my window. Behind the tree is a red wall and above it blue sky.
I look at the window: is it a transparent wall, or mirror?
Whirlybirds swirl from the tree, my reality is held by a bolt, things move without our interference.
There's an intelligence in movement undetectable by the grammar: similar to a wave in the ocean.
Wave in the ocean.
The melody of the universe spiral through space and around my mind.
I see a love: a solid point in the cosmos around which I can pivot a lever and move the Earth.
I know I'm approaching, but never reaching, the only truth I'll ever be sure of: My life begins and ends right now.
1. Death isn't taboo.
2. Nothing is taboo.
3. What happens in mind, stays in mind - if I wish so.