The contradiction within creation a perpetual balancing act with the disharmony of destruction That spark of oblivion as sharp as a knife From every dimension in every direction a never ending question Salvador Dali whispering . . . “Everything that is contradictory creates life.” Conformity is death Imperfection breeding strife
God, the ultimate Artist. The supreme Scientist. The intimate presence within, and throughout this existence. Regenesis … poetry in motion. Is she masculine? Or is he feminine? Is the answer beyond our understanding? Is this life but an artistic documentary? Seen through all the agony and the ecstasy … the triumph and the tragedy? Have we truly been given a free hand by the Artisan Grand?
Or are we rats in a laboratory? Are we but particles within the part and parcel of subatomic intricacy? Just mere quarks traversing the dark? An infinitesimal part of a dimension mechanical? Speaking relativity, where is the power and the glory? A perpetual quantum crunching the numbers in some mindless continuum. Is that the universal story?