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the overflow.
today,
i have been thinking about this idea.
and actually,
i would like my dreams to be bursting their seams.
to be overflowing with energy!
exuberance!
a place of great excitement!
it would appear that i have found a new mission!
what glee!
to reach the ideal and discover what comes next.
perhaps the overflow is what happens beyond the point of what is imaginable.
from the current perspective that is.
what would it be like?
to experience all that is entirely outside the realm of anything we could possibly conjure up on our own, right now, from where we stand?
bouncing off the dream to get there.
by indulging the etceteras,
to use them as building blocks.
setting the foundation.
in anticipation of the new.
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and so on.
and so it begins,
and only with a dream,
that one day, some day.
it all will be material.
and:
the eyes will open,
and find that there's no comparison left.
that there is no reason to measure.
and that soul may be full.
that the shore of certainty is finally underfoot.
ah.
and to exhale.
oh.
but.
there is but always a but.
and the universe smiles.
because it understands.
that for a life to have value it has to be worth keeping.
keeping.
to keep.
to care for.
to tend to.
the soul may be full.
but not exempt from evaporation.
it is not to ask why.
but to map the place between what is full and what is next.
but what comes after full?
if it is empty first. then in between, and then full.
then surely it must be succeeded.
overflowing?
and what happens in the maniscus?
between a dream being full and overflowing?
when:
that overwhelming splendour of having a thousand thoughts all at the same time!
perhaps one heartfelt dream is enough.
a headline act on our private stage.
one bright star, for one bright soul.
a singular enraptured heart afterall is surely better than a full house of apathathy.
if not for this, imagine us!
we would split ourselves in a million different directions!
but the universe is compassionate.
it provides the star to make ease of the navigation.
the sea will not be calmed, nor the path cleared.
it is there only to guide.
a promise that one feverishly follows...
or forges, rather.
such a long way yet to travel.
and here is one, dreaming the dream of when the edge of the dream is reached!
so easy to dream and so often trying to be in three dimensions!
it is a reminder.
of an essence.
and that is:
the truth that is found in finding what we will find, when we get there.
and not before we do.
or maybe what is there is,
what is after
and so on...
and what have you.
and so forth...
a continuum of etceteras!
that give and receive.
in equal measure...
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