Matters of daily life once considered banal and monotonous have taken on a new layer of profundity inversely equal to the strata in which contemporary western society has reduced them to.
Rain falling. A bowel movement. Brushing a stray hair behind an ear (mine OR hers.) Finding a comfortable position for the vessel that contains my soul whilst my mind takes me on a tour of the wonders within. Smoking. The sound a page makes as its turned.
Everything has become saturated with Divinity and overwhelmed by graceful scrutiny dredged from the personal perspective of my genuine curiosity.
I see beauty even in the profanely grotesque. I'm not sure there is any going back. I am in Love. I have half a mind to learn a musical instrument or three. The other half is hard at work weighing the pros and cons.
