just another word for life itself

I used to think to produce good work, I have to duck my head down, empty myself, fully, so that I could un-become, and just be - right - do the right thing - somehow.

I now know that my best bet is to integrate, to align, to face my heart, and yours. My best bet is to take things to their logical conclusion - because culture precedes any closed system. The form - indeed - particularly the form as in value laden thought - is everything. Form is not speed. It is not mass. Form is the why, the how, the joy - it is a feeling. The why - which is just another word for life itself - directs my gaze outside of a closed system - upwards - my eyes, searching for life - affirmation - for joy - I feel the ground holding us, moving with us - in service of life - of a question - just as we are in service to both, too.

I used to think to produce good work, I have to empty myself. Now I know if I do so, I empty myself of you, too.

And what was this world that I produced, when I did such work - a world with neither me, nor you in it?

'What now?' one might ask, in panic - no head, no heart, no life. 'What to do?' one might ask, hoping to receive direction, be it entity, a map falling from the sky, the whisper of a long lost friend... 'Where to go?' one might ask, but why? Forget all that - for now. Because;

the why - that's it.