Dear Lena,
It is my delight to bring laughter for laughter spelled backwards (rethgual) is still laughable. My mind wanders in an abstraction. Did the ancient Englishspeaking people look at the Dog Star when they first wondered if not dog then god?
My mind is an abstraction of an abstraction comprehending the abstract. I am an illusion of an illusion viewing a delusion that appears in the predawn hours in concrete form, drawing me out of the darkness into the light. I am a consecrated, deviated, rehabilitated light in the shadows, knowing I have a home in the stars far away but near in my heart. My psyche is habituated and then capitulates to a higher force, not of this world. Believable, conceivable, receivable that life is fruitful; I wander in spirit to view all that is mirthful, knowing life is youthful, corporeal yet surreal.
In laughter I see music, waves of sound renewing, imbuing the spirit within to new heights of discovery, so I laugh and feel the vibe; the tingling of the spine that brings us closer is that which all things are; vibration, vibrating on quantum strings strummed by the universal consciousness.
Love, peace, and freedom, Olan