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the physical is a beautiful vehicle but can be pushed to its limit when conveying essence..
energy/focus is all i feel i have on some level so i aim to conserve and surrender it to the flow rather than control/contract in one area, such as entertaining the insatiable divisive notion of reasoning
but if i were to currently see life through a coding perspective, its as if the user interface loses its charm once the algorithm, arrays and syntax rules are learnt and its seen as 0101 on the back end’s black screen…
yet there always seems to be a “call” an itch to come out from that 0 point…sometimes to validate its own existence…and its as if it creates particles and elements, adds the superfluous CSS to embellish and create something beautiful out of nothing for no apparent reason
in exchange subjecting itself to be crystallized as an object in containers and commands while looping an idea of a time and space. maybe it gets carried away with the visual effects, forgets that it wrote its own pair of opposites and arguments…ironically creating codependency on its own creation…an illusory continuity, but somewhat humorous perpetuum mobile
but when all parameters and programmed data are void, there is just the constant; where theres beauty of/for its pure existence…savored as a can of crushed tomatoes, a secret avocado dessert, a strawberry flower, a tantalizing touch or llama poop… ephemeral but vibrant cathartic expressions
worth it?
whos left to say what
if a wave knew it was just going to crash would it still rush to shore
nonetheless it embraces the bugs and unclosed tags along the way as part of a whole, it aspires to not impose or interfere with “other” coders’s lines but to step aside to see the effortless harmony
<header>a beating gut heart</header>
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