One evening, in a sleepy Connecticut town, the locals saw a peculiar sight,
a UAP had landed in an empty field, and man, it lit up the night.

They were, axiomatically, from a distant galaxy, here to explore our shared cosmic space,
their metallic-*******-rocket was multicolor pastel bright, like a carnival showcase.

There were cows that mooed approvingly and dogs that barked up at the sky,
like they needed to show where the thing came from - no one really knew why.

Soon little green people-like beings emerged, they had big, wide eyes that looked eerie,
but then again, this is how they’d always looked in movies and on TV.

"Take us to your leader," they said, but it was hard to take them seriously,
because this is America and most of us disagree on who that leader should be.

Someone brought out lawn chairs and the alien-astronauts settled in,
tables appeared shortly thereafter with a spread of pies, casseroles and fried chicken.

They spoke of their interstellar journeys, of planets far and wide,
of space cafes and wormhole highways and how gravity worked like tides.

One of the kids played some music and the explorers started to move,
soon we were having a dance-off - which they won - with some wacky, cosmic moves.

As morning light edged the horizon, our little green friends waved goodbye,
after saying that in some ways they envied us and our simple terrestrial lives.

Though they never promised to revisit, when the sky turns certain shade of blue,
townsfolk will set up a pasture party - just in case they do.

Even what seems logical, and axiomatically derived, has that spark of understanding that is the source for a certain type of potential to create abstract links.

You'll find yourself on the brink of logic, feeling, intuition , memory and meaning. You'll find yourself overwhelmed.

The universe inside demands abstraction.







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Something inexplicable occurs- two or more aspects  converging, the lines blurring, a rising, blazing emotion, metaphors condensing to make sense, intuition screaming to be heard.
The beauty of abstract. A glimpse at creative transcendence


The conception of an idea concerning different phenomenon, and finding a unique link  glowing like a magical revelation. This can make you feel like you trespassed on something you found, or even created.

When these mysteries and questions occur to you, sometimes you connect things out of feeling, intuition. It seems obvious to you, but you can't explain why yet. We need to work backwards- conclusion to derivation, whether this is art or science. You put yourself out when you create something that connects things using emotion and internal symbolism. These strange combinations you made therefore are beautiful, simply because of the way they were conceptualized.


This is what happens when you experiment with sheer randomness, when you apply one philosophy to another, make a paradigm stand for something completely different.
you have been imaginative enough to have played with the material, the immaterial and create new patterns, colours, and states of the mind.

You have invested in what may border on eccentricity, what seems devoid of logic to others.Two words you connected in poetry, that now has an entire world of sentiment attached to it

It all starts with why. Applying this question to anything in the world, and drawing on what you know. Considering possibilities and contrasting them to with you observe. Most of all ,you try letting your imagination run wild, because it has a right to.

Art and music, science and poetry, all of these fields are vastly different but the sparks of abstraction are always there. The Eureka moment can simply be a vague feeling with no defined context. But it's still there, and our ability to create things, our own innate wisdom, always has an effect on the world, however miniscule.

Even what seems logical, and axiomatically derived, has that spark of understanding that is the source for a certain type of potential to create abstract links.

You'll find yourself on the brink of logic, feeling, intuition , memory and meaning. You'll find yourself overwhelmed.

The universe inside demands abstraction