Everything is a Metaphor
Everything is a metaphor. Everything is a living, breathing, wind-blowing, leaf-turning, branch-moving metaphor for what are very basically a series of mathematical functions repeating toward infinity. I wish that I could always be in such a lovely and loving state as this that beautiful rejoicing brings me to. Why can't we all? That must be heaven...Haha! And of course to see myself as a sort of outward-shining, outward-pulsing light entity creature human boy thing man beast whatever-- transforming other repeating functions; SOLVING them and their infinitely dense geometric-organic multidimensional cluster concentrations (constellations?) of equations (my point exactly). This is what I would love to be always.