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pure joy




Material is spent light.

You're spent light, the mountains are spent light, the trees are spent light, the atmosphere is spent light, water is spent light. All material is spent light.

If you know the orders, the reverse may be equally true, that material can turn to light. One does not know.

When spent light was in the image of the desire to be express, there was the presence of the inspiration. The desire to be to express meeting the means to express which was the material.

It was a moment when the desire to express met the possible.

today i am reminded of that trip in the spring of 2004. what a magnificent trip. i am reminded of the anxiety, i am reminded of the joy. 2nd year, 2nd semester... the extravert studio took a trip to the dallas-fort worth area. roberto lead the pack and with him a man that i barely knew then, larry. i discovered light during this trip. how great, it had been with me since i was born, but it wasn't until then that i saw it.

light.

pure joy. today i talked with an man. i asked him what i wanted, and he pointed to my memories. he pointed to that timeless building that made silence speak. i can hear it. even while listening to my loud music i can hear it. and i wonder, how can you make silence speak? i will always ask myself that question.

Thank god for that magnificent trip.
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