What is this light?

This luminous thing from out which we and our words appear? Retrospect and turbulence are those blooms which make space & time a solidity, fixated in the fluid ricochet of the coalescent mind.

Plato said that lights streamed from the eyes, illuminating the constructs of the world. Generations of youth have said that the mind is not a passive observer, soaking up the impression of its civilization, but that mind and being is exploration.

New technologies more accurately observe and recreate elementary particles, cataloging a compendium of the universe' physical interaction. Computers borne of the vacuum-collision halo of psychedelic electrons are solving equations in interdependent networks and addressing holographic space to document instances of time.

"Those who look for the laws of Nature as a support for their new works collaborate with the creator." - Antonio Gaudi

The organization of cities when seen from an alternatively optical perspective of scale can resemble the inter-connective facilities of our very own bodies. Visionary alchemists have ascribed the metaphor of cosmological symbolism to the dimensions and processes of this exquisite corpse.

The architectonic Vetruvius, seeking the ballet of his truth, designed his work in ratio and feature to his own. And every drop in the ocean was once a quintessential snowflake cradled from the sky to all flora and fauna.

Of which we are. Is that which we drink.

Cheers.