(void)

There is beauty in the grey. There is an endless, incomprehensible range of existence between the absolute black and the absolute white, a freedom and flexibility for forms to take whatever shape they wish in that ambiguous space. They are wisps of fog, pools of water that can fill in the gaps left by solid objects and then disappear just as easily.

Be like the plasma, like air, like poured mortar, the glue that holds the pieces together or the buffer to keep them separate. Take up no space, cause no disturbance, but remain infinitely flexible and present as the embodiment of the void.

25 September 2013 11:19