my desire to immerse myself in the arts isn’t even a desire for the art

it is a desire for the subtle, that which the art is a receptacle for

it isn’t a desire to immerse myself in art but a desire to immerse myself in feeling. the art is a stepping stone, a key, a doorway to the realm of the subtle that I long for.

art is a cruise liner to allow us to traverse seas of feelings and emotion.

art, to me, is the reclamation of the human spirit. we shape the outer world into what suits our own souls, rather than shaping ourselves to suit what the outer world demands of us. art is the greatest act of the sovereignty of the human spirit.

it is as if we are constantly faced with the problem of the singularity: that point in which the created outsmarts the creator. this world was made to be shaped by our hearts! instead, too often have we allowed ourselves to contort ourselves to its whims, to be subjugated.

the true spirit and soul of every man and woman is the King and Queen of these realms, yet instead we have permitted ourselves to be made less than, dishonoring the grandeur of that which exists within.

do you not understand those divine sparks that exist within you were made to be poured forth? and yet we fear. we fear. we fear, why? why do we fear, why do we feel as if we need permission to shine?

this should make you angry. why has anger become a taboo? fuck that. purify your anger that it become a flame of justice and truth. champion justice, champion truth. champion an ideal, every hero needs a sword. every dragon secretly craves its own demise.

rise up and claim the beautiful sovereignty of your own spirit. the princess held hostage by the dragon represents the ideal, the values of our own hearts, and we must rise up as the heroes who fight gloriously to rescue beauty, true beauty of what is good, right, and true.

rise up you beautiful bastards and live a life worth living ❤