It is true that there are finite resources. It is true that we live in a world of finite resources. It is true that we pretend otherwise.
Yesterday I moved with grace and fluidity. I felt as though I were made of water. I felt as though I were a being outside of this normal sphere. Grace and fluidity.
The sensation of watching one’s hands move through space while on acid. On LSD. You could see the air move with you, you could see the aura of your hands, your energy move fluidly. You could see things, beautiful things.
Water. A finite resource. I am a finite resource.