Mere patterns.

After witnessing the beauty of patterns, I too, am left without words.

What can I say greater than what can be watched, observed with these humble eyes. I believe now, we all resonate. We all resonate, we all breathe at once. We all resonate and this is how we should stand. Resonating. The vibrancy of existence. If God exists… it is in the form of a scream. A scream heard to none. A scream that ignited the symphony that plays today. A scream, the scream of creation, the birth cry of the universe. We are mere waves. We all resonate and we forget it. We all resonate and yet we pursue to find a new beat, another drum, a change of rhythm. Music is our birth mother. Music creates and destroys us. Music is vibration, waves, resonance. We all resonate. Today, almost certain that we are all immersed in a cosmic symphony, I find myself and my thoughts so weak, so nothing, simply unworthy. Our selfishness, our desires, our human emotions. So small, so insignificant. We all resonate. That is our answer and it cannot be encountered in any book or class, any mind that dares to call itself genius. If we don’t comprehend THIS, our simplest truths… we are nothing but mere particles that vibrate without knowing the frequency of our reality.

The toy's God used to play with

If the universe was created by some type of God… I hereby swear that is was drawn up using Spirographs ®. You remember those little toys? They were sometimes found in the drugstore, wrapped in polyethylene and cardboard. $2.00 and you can draw up the fabric that is space-time. I swear it’s true! Have you ever dismantled a piece of matter? I’m not talking particle colliders, I’m talking real deconstruction of the “here”. Of what you are made of… inside ourselves, in the most intrinsic space know to mankind… strings have managed to create unique snowflakes and spirals that are endless and math without numbers, trees that are made up by tiny whimsical geometric acquaintances.

And, Oh! Do not dare forget the clouds. There isn’t one that is like the other. And it’s only air… beautiful gas that has managed to portray everything that is and was, perfection.Have you ever witnessed what lies behind each puzzle piece? There are ways to catch a glimpse. Only in certain occasions, only when the light from one specific sunbeam has decided to unclothe reality, only when I’ve been able to blink twice in the moment where one is supposed to only be capable to blink once. Blinking at the speed of light.

Desgermen revolution

A Minor Introduction.
(Desgermen Revolution)

It was it that stood there, behind the silver blinds of the bathroom window. It was it. There. Announcing it-self and authorizing its existence with every metallic knock. Shaped only as the mere shadow of a young man, bowl-cut hair, slender figure. Insistently there with no message but his name; no means and no end. Was it only there to “be”?

It has been there forever since that day. And it will always be, for centuries and centuries (por los siglos de los siglos, amen!)

It came to this plain via dreams. It used my neurons as a phone; it bathed itself in dimethyltryptamine tubs. It was knocking on my pineal gland.

And from its world of black and grays, it couldn’t grasp the existence of such a thing as colors. It came to haunt me, but I was never scared. It came to introduce it-self. It was successful.

I now, introduce you, to it.

Desgermen.

A paradigm shift in your brain,

A faceless figure in the terrace.

An anti-bacterial brain bath.

It wants to knock on every bathroom window; it wants to feel its knuckles on your metal blinds.

Today it has been released, unto thyself.

Close your bathroom windows…