How long?

How long?

How long is your desire?

The length of your yearning?

The strength of the burning of your soul's agenda.

The splendour which is caught up, the thunder that got boxed, your treasures which got plundered and buried by the events of our containment.

Now is the time for a rupture in business as normal. Now is the time for a rapture that lifts up the hungry, aching to be fed with the bread of satisfaction.

The actions that we take, the art-forms that we make, the dive into the lake of the world-soul, from the precipice of our crumbling society.

Each step takes us closer to the edge that spells the end of the known and rebirth into immense possibility.

The way I see the future is a ride into unimagined terrains of creative endeavour.

Having passed through the portal of paradise, all the nightmares of history will seem like the first stutterings of a film-reel, irrelevant flickers before the fire ignites and the Divine Imagination is set ablaze.

The end of the world is the Garden of Eden: Redux.