Universe is a constant repetition of womb-like creations.
To start off, the womb itself allows a growth of a baby - a sustenance of life. It protects the vulnerable embryo.
    Human body, when grown, does not differ that much from ******. The skin separates the inner organism and life that wouldn't survive without an isolation from the environment.
    Earth is a womb as well. A speck flying in cold, lifeless space, with a barrier in form of atmosphere - humid, full of water and warmth, allowing life to grow.
   Cells are wombs, with their cell walls or membranes and life that happens within them.
   Maybe the Universe itself sticks to that scheme as well, being one of many life containing bubbles floating in some unknown dead void?

When I'm observing people,
or their drunken conversations,
overgrown egos and unconciousness
one thing
comes up to my mind - WAKE UP!

Look at all the people, their "characters", and put the contrast up.
Reduce their personalities to the most
preeminent traits.
Then continue, fly above the city, above the Earth.
Put up the contrast of citizens, nations, humanity.

Now, go back to the start, and dig into one's head.
Admire the colours in the vast black space of one's mind.
Understand this dual nature; how complex and yet
so simple we can be; how simple and yet complex we are.

Metaphors?
Think about a bitter medicine
given to a kid in a form of sweet syrup.

Consciousness, a cruel joke,
an error, maybe.
Reality isn't real.
It's thought otherwise,
because we got used to it.
As the science tells us more,
we can dig deeper
to find - lack of sense?
I find that accepting a god
Is a HUGE shortcut
in the algorithm.

Art is an amazing, insane thing.
It's a form of translation/transition.
Take a painter(or any artist for that matter).
He looks at a thing,
then he recovers the data that
it created in his brain,
and via the transfer of energy
(neuron impulses to muscle action
while painting) he creates a painting,
an echo of the thing he saw,
an echo of an exact moment in time
and certain arrangement of atoms.
Then we look at it, and new data
is born inside our heads, an energy recreated.
Kind of like time travelling machine.
What a flow.  


Let's go even deeper now.
Imagine a writer.
He creates a story in his head,
and writes a book using letters,
that build words.
Words are an artificial creation
of men, that trigger a certain
images in our heads.
I see it kind of like
Pavlov's dog situation-
-think of a parent showing an apple
to a child, and teaching him that
this is an "apple". Kid looks at it,
repeats the word, and connects
the image, smell, facture to this
mashup of letters - "apple".
Later, when there's no apple,
but the word is present,
this child imagines an apple in his head.
Everything that's written and read
behaves like that. Words are a glimpse
of real things, encoded in our brains.

I find science to be a really important source
of inspiration for an artist,
because I consider the Universe
and the energy to be a core and a bedrock of everything.