Sometimes
Sometimes all there is is to stay up too late, jacked up on caffeine, trying to wait for transcendence in its natural form.
Sometimes all there is is to wait for that mutation in your genes to show itself. To wait for your flesh and blood and your brain to prove that you are truly and deeply a child of Indigo. Sometimes you just have to wait for the next iteration of life to be you, because the waiting is all that you have left. No longer hoping or praying, but just waiting.
For this I recommend loud headphones that can push bass. Loud headphones and non-lyrical electronic beats infused with Middle-Eastern vibrations and noises. The caffeine is a must and it should be way too late to be awake. Puff ganja if you have it. Someone else should be sleeping. Perhaps everyone else should be sleeping.
Perhaps everyone else is sleeping. Could you be the only one truly awake anymore, these days?
Dancing should occur. Hold onto the device that is bursting at the seams to contain the beats that are being relinquished a bar at a time into your ears as if it were an extension of your hand. Dance with the music and with your feet in motion and feel as though you are the first of your kind to ever dance a dance. In your solitude, after all, you wait to become evolved, and in a sense, singularly unique and post-human. You wait to be the first.
Let the music pour over and down you as if it were a warming liquid falling from the crack between the headphones and your ears and covering you from the neck down, and listen to see if you can hear about the existence of the metaphysical. Turn and jostle your head like a bobble-toy perched on your neck and let your body grow tired while the uninitiated sleep away their angst and their exhaustion. You embrace your exhaustion. It makes the paths and little trenches through which your neurons fire deviate from their normal route and into the sublime.
Sometimes all there is is to believe and to leave it at that. Sometimes it’s good to let go of the words and to just exist in the raw existence of space and time. Star stuff.
Get some headphones on and dance. Sometimes it’s good.
Sometimes, stay up late.
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