Been enjoying these free form spewings of nonsense. My silly little rhymes and prose that come out with no pretense. Words I hope may have some mischievous wisdom in them for you. Some pieces taken from notes in a journal, riddled with incoherences and contradictions. I fear someone will see them and think they were written by a madman. Each letter, carrying weight beyond its size, an alphabetical army ant.

Also sprinkled here and there are manifestations, yes, manifestations. The deepest desires that I know will come true. So I hope, that they will find a way. It is what my fingers in writing want to communicate to my mind anyway. Hoping to form something out of pure energy, atom by atom until it forms a full corn kernel. It’ll pop one day under the volcanic heat of my heart, into a piece of popcorn, a quantum energetic popcorn, that i’ll throw in my mouth and hope the knowledge has no way to ever come out. For what reason? I do not know. Maybe it’s a control thing. To be able to tame something, even something atomic and energetic, like our soul. Much of what we experience in life is hilariously beyond our control. There is a shackle on our minds that do not let us see much, perhaps let us glimpse only a fraction of a precious illusion.

A massive beating could form out of nowhere, a giant club on your beautiful head from an ugly troll, is more likely than our illusion of control. A mystical creature is more likely to rear its head and pummel us whole, than for us tiny little humans to have some sort of domination over circumstances. Especially ones outside our inner world, it’s a fish tapping its head in a neural fishbowl. Because that’s one of our biggest fallacies, that we can restrain the spirit of what surrounds us, knowing eternity salivates to swallow us whole.

I did warm you before, long time ago, and once again with these words, coherence isn’t much of what composes my brain and form. And what exactly is it that i’m trying to tell you? That maybe, that which you call destiny, or a gods whimsical ways, is an excuse to give agency to something other than our own souls. Our magnetic fields thrown in disarray.

Because when you reach inside and wonder why you don’t do what you must do, why you don’t express what your heart wants to spew, and you wander through life callously thinking the outside will give you the big breakthrough, you fail to realize the only control you wanted must come from the spirit inside of you. Or is this ultimately gods folly? Is it even possible for a god to have follies? A god tripped up in absurdities of his own. Hey, why not look around you and let me know.

-A.Garcia