How I have longed to see such art – my life can be categorized into before and after seeing this episode of Love, Death & Robots.

Before I sought something that would show a primal form of the spirit and afterward I felt this need to be quenched.

On display is a story of what we all seek, an inhuman act that we all wish we could achieve – would the world not be a better place without the pressure of needing more? How much does it take to become still in oneself…

Having spent countless hours in meditation I have yet to be completely at peace with where I am going, because I cannot see. It is far too mysterious, what life may bring – the impulses I have, to spontaneously do things that I feel I am driven to do through sheer lack of not settling for less.

Are we at the whim of opportunity so often that we cannot withstand temptation? How long does it take until the temptation of inner peace supersedes the will for trivial things such as success…

Being caught in a drive to finally reach some place – maybe then I’ll be fine, maybe then…

So often I hear and read that you arrive by knowing that you are already there – I do not skip ahead and think in terms of things being manifest already, yet seek to be in harmony with the now. I find it presumptuous to prance within the knowing of my destiny and suffer at the feeling of living in the past. I think I am deciphering what thoughts feel like when their present. But am I trying to distil instant manifestation? Is this too much to be capable of? At its mere least I do not know if it’s even possible…

Having seen a cycle end, it lets me know there is always hope. In the endless flux we turn and twist in ways that satisfy every moment – in a tunnel that is past, present and future.

Remembering a part of the episode I liken the scene of where one of the main characters compares the blue – times are like this: one cannot really make out when what is. We pull future and past into the present and to spite us this affect makes them pull the present into past and future – so what is time really?