The How and Why
Ahh, a basement of nirvana.
That magic door, that opening to a black place where emotions run high and chances are taken. I love it so!
Sometimes I enjoy staring at it. The rectangle, I mean. Made by the frame. It's interesting to look at, believe it or not. It's hard to imagine the fantasies and nightmares that hide behind that thin veil, but I try.
In there lies my center, my outer edges, my everything, my nothing, my safety, my danger, my God, my Satan, and all of it is wrapped up into one rather small package.
It's safe to say that other people hate the place. And I don't blame them. For beyond that patch of dark lies something that remains far beyond understanding, something that stands aloof from consciousness, looking down with a smirk on its face and condescension in its mind.
It's my blue pill, my red pill, my marijuana, my amphetamine, my peak, my trough, my cheap thrill, my true discovery, my diversion, my exploration.
In there lies the essence of discovery, the very heart o