We
know it early the magnitude of yearning. We spring from midnight, buried in
light, to enter an old world. Essence becomes experience: to live it as angels
confronted by one streaming through two channels. The void is but a gray
reality found imperfect for but a moment; where the deeper the journey the more
perfected the void. We may opt for the surface life; whereat, is found
exhilaration; but that thing of joy may lose its initial value. We instead
desire this thing in which springs a lifespan of exhilaration; whereby, other
things of value to us would then maintain a level of magnetism; but if the
heart is a ship tossed to and fro by the sea of life, we are then but shallow
beings, running from thing to thing, in an attempt to solidify joy. For this
reason, we cling to this thing, where the deeper the richness, the deeper the
void, for we yearn to embody fully this thing which offers incessant
exhilaration. We, hereby, realize that this thing that causes the apex of
exhilaration is elusive; where to indulge in other things, is to encounter
multiple disappointments; that is, the apex of exhilaration is elusive, but
always exhilarating; where other things lose their luster, unless founded in,
and through, the apex of exhilaration. The void that we speak of comes from the
intuition realizing that there is always another level to explore found in the
apex of exhilaration, where other things, once explored, fall into a category
of exhausted pleasures. We, therefore, search out this thing that maintains for
us a sense of rapture; where we climb gradually a staircase of multiple levels,
whereat, is found the apex of exhilaration. With this comes a heightened
awareness of reality grounded in reflection; where the heart is satiated by a
design where the void comes not from a lack of possessing in a material notion
of the word, but more out of a desire to experience more of this thing that provides
apexes of exhilaration. (What has been stated here is left for the intuition of
the reader to thresh).
