The Bo·he·mi·an Couch

I want to dance with fairies in realms unseen, untouched by probing human eyes.

I want to splash in cerulean water watching each droplet jump, sparkle, turn to light

~shimmering, shining, dancing light

                      … like my soul on such eternal rainbows.

What if all you needed to do to change the world was BE YOU??

 What if you are enough? What if you are a magnificent plot hatched by the universe with every little movement preplanned in order to make the world more magnificent?

What if your birth and every breath was perfectly timed? What if every single encounter on your journey was perfectly scripted in order to make the world a better, bigger place?

What if every ounce of love you have ever felt is designed to expand all of the love on the planet?

What if?

What if your feelings of love are the tipping point for the whole world?

What if that was true?

If you knew that was true would you ever be anything less?

I wonder a lot about words. There is an art to this composition of letters and sounds, all coagulated together into a sentence, paragraph, chapter or book.
But what is the art? Is it a natural inborn thing? Is it a learned thing where the composition follows the score of another writer, creating a continuum of someone elses legacy? Are they all new thoughts by the composer? Or have all the thoughts we think, or have ever thought, been thought before but are just now being recorded?
How is it possible to have 26 letters that form the entire world of literacy? How can we have enough books to wallpaper the planet many times over, built of just 26 letters? How can these letters, used in various combinations, define the thoughts of every man who ever lived if they were put to paper? You would think that 26 just wouldn’t be enough. And yet it is. The use of the alphabet is the ultimate in recylcing. If we could use our resources the way we use our alphabet the world would be a glorious place indeed.
Try it. Form a word in your head. Then put that word into a thought. Then put the thought into a sentence. Put the sentence into a paragraph. Do you see the glorious unfolding? Its kind of like how art is all based on 3 primary colors unfolding into a rainbow utopia. Who would have thought that the Sistine Chapel is based on just three colors? All those years, all those artists, all composing with three primary colors.
All these writers, all these thoughts all composed with just 26 letters.

Brilliant.