Protruding from my lighter, every time I get to witness a controlled flame with its invigorating affect on me as joy rushes through me at the sight of an element that is so naturally curations in its movement – swaying in light breezes and instantly reacting to its surrounds at every moment.
I wonder when I see coals stimulated by gas flames – how they slowly burn away, providing an ethereal warmth to the soul. It is such a humbling feeling that fireplaces have become as common as toasters in some households. We need it for the spirit!
Flames in their wild beauty are untameable, as we see on grasslands and woods that cannot withstand being illuminated from the ground up. They make me think of the intrinsic network of energy and how fine it is – nearly not being able to decipher where the nuances of colour mesh into beginnings and endings of slivers of fire.
Flowing lava, the powerful and daunting force from volcanoes, will melt nearly any material in a torrential way that induces fear and paranoia for people living close to such unpredictable features of landscape.
To get close to the crux, glowing yellow is such a delicate but strong force that every filament on a pc screen wants to embody it, yet it is seen mostly in chaotic scenarios that we run from.
Having created instruments that can wield such power we seek to be masters over it, failing at transcending its philosophical properties its like attempting to predict certain futures for changing cultures that evolve with the times at ever increasing rates.
Peaks and slumps will come and go but colours somehow laugh at the face of time – especially when their as versatile as glowing yellow. It will enlighten any work of art and artist across the world seek to be able to display its qualities as accurately as possible. The poster boy for the hue will always reign supreme, and as we attempt to cage its vibrancy again and again there will be no subduing it.
Our tools cannot evolve beyond a cornerstone of reality. It speaks to needing to go back to basics – so that we always return to a staple of life. An element, like breathing, on which we build our castles in unison with the other elements we seek to replicate in our matrixes.
The dream of recreating reality in our own image – one we are trying to realize, yet will have to discard due to sheer impossibility.
Be at ease with the knowledge of changing reality as you go in an unnoticed and also unnoticeable way – without effort and with it in every second and all throughout your life.
We cannot measure our effects on the world, all we know is that is like the energy of the lighters flame – its somehow there and all that’s left is being in harmony with it.
Everburning.