Circle of Infinity

There aren’t words enough to describe how words work and live and breathe life into our human existence. But still I give you this small offering as a small example of their potential.

Put the words into a picture. They round themselves out like pixels, graining the vision your eyes see when you look into my medium. The parts are a collective, a whole symphony of drops of my consciousness formed by the necessity of creativity. There is nothing there that hasn’t been seen before, but my sight brings a new strength and glory to the old tired rendition of words. Your words are added to mine and together we make a dream come into reality and that dream is added to the goldmine of others that can inspire new creations from unseen talent, those hiding in the shadows of their insecurity. We feed off the stories others impart, being nurtured by the seeds of what came before. The need to share, to imbibe, to resonate is part of what makes us wholly human and wholly connected and wholly who we were meant to be. This is why we are drawn to that which others create and why the words and pictures and movement and sound of our collective experience is what shapes our futures. What makes me real and what makes me more than just myself and more than just a part of something is what comes forth from inside my soul and my talent given to me by more than myself. It all comes down to a circle of infinity that is added to each day and yet is never more than what it started out to be.