.The Challenge.

Warm.

Lights.

Encompassment and genuine pleasantness.

The wheel turns and another falls down the chute.

FWOMP!

The head space explodes.

Internal implodes to external.

A human is born.

The psyche is clean, a white slate.

Designed from divine blue prints, a spiritual machine.

A creature of will.

Express will; interest will; it's all will.

The challenge arrives.

Self imposed; self regulated; self awakened: To what?

Another view point, another way; all this is just here to drive us insane.

Sit back, relax, enjoy the show; reality will keep on rolling till it gets back to the window.

The window.

The windows.

The windows we are all looking out without even realizing it.

Modernised: The world at large; forgets who it is, forgets where we are.

Internal?

"Not real."

The modern world cries!

Then it cries because it has forsaken the internal.

Then it cries.

Then it cries.

Then it cries.

"Who will save us?" the modern world cries!

No one will save you modern world.

You must.

The external gives way to the internal.

The struggle is created; a paradox; within all that lives.

The Universe is: A sealed Mason Jar.

Don't break the seal.

Or the vacuum will fill in the space.

Nothing.

Is.

Everything.

There is no fear allowed in here.