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To look at a painting for the hundredth time and find something new.
It is not just the observation and pariticipation of life through 6.5 billion minute glances from as many places but an overall understanding of the possibilities we do not yet perceive or the answers to the questions we have not yet asked but have pondered on throughout our existence.
There is space between everything that touches. There are colours we cannot see.
Our individual brains' interpretation of the electical signals our bodies sense, the difference between the universe and what we know of it.
It is both what we know and everything we dream of.
It is the faces in the clouds, the Gods playing fanciful games.

Do you really see what I see? I guess in most cases yes.
Our experienced recognition skills would lead us both to believe we're reading words.
But sometimes I wonder, if I take something suggestive like clouds would you see the same things in them?
And if you do is that only because I've let you see what I see?

I want to touch your face like a breath of soft breeze.
Feel the delicate assurance of your lingering kiss.
I want to create a life from a beautiful dream.
And wade in the waters of an eternal bliss.
I want to build a home without the need to lament,
Without greed, doubt, and above all fear.
I want to realize eternity by living a moment
And share that eternity with all, far and near.

Like a bloom from a bud we grow and learn,
To free our hearts, our minds, our souls,
To spread our arms, open our eyes and yearn,
To see our own beauty and achieve our goals.

Know inside the energy with will is yours,
To scatter stars and show ambition
To explore the open and find new shores
To enter new realms one needs no permission.
Know inside the energy with will is yours,
To sow the planets and forge a sun,
This is the dream you're waiting, longing for,
So cherish everything, be as one.
How do we know what we can carry without first trying to lift it?