A love of science, exploration and questioning of everything comes first to mind. Brought forth by the existential realisation that I am god, you are god, we are all gods. We are all beautiful, but just some have funny subjective ways of realising it, or indeed not. Semantics come out to play here, for they love to play around as cheeky gnomes in the dark corners of human communication everywhere. Humans should be at peak physical condition, masters of our body and mind. For too long I haven't felt the rush of mastering my mind. No longer shall I dwell in the limitations of a drug and hedonistic fulfilled pleasure. My reality is mine to control, I can do what I want, which first is light upon the realisation that what ever happens, happens. I first come out in favour of a clear and uttermost defined goal in my mind, which is lost in the cloudiness of the means. A collective mind, all humans simply the fruit of a cosmic mycelium of conciousness. Then ungodly thoughts pass to challenge the image of me. Finally I relax in the unpredictabiliality of life and what shall be shall be.
I have returned home, now again I shall master my mind. Shakzuka style!
