There aren’t such things as you and me, life and death, past, presence or future. Are there? There is nothing, not even a white space. Until, yes, until our imagination begins to build, rivers and bridges, hills and hikes, vast valleys and seamless seas, only influenced by our inner ideas of how reality should be. Fortunately there are others to disrupt our thinking. Together with them we will be enabled to form a fusion, a third body if you will. Leaving us the freedom to transfuse our declared part of a concept in this body, to rescript all those pieces, ceasing individualism, emerging to a commonly created idea, driven by passion.
