Driven by the force of love,
The fragments of the world,
Seek each other, that the world,
may come into being. _Teilhard de Chardin.
Higher Existential Art Structure is formed by a finite network of compression; the singular conscious being that is Man and his illusion. Crystalline Truths, rigid elements interconnected through True Poetic Expression; tensile or elastic elements which give the structure its overall integrity. Due to this elastic property of interconnections the Poetic addresses can consist of inconceivable depth and subtle encodings designed to strike certain notes within the growing Soul from moment to moment, fed from the individuals cipher of Psyche. This takes place throughout the Souls Journey. Thus when one element of the tensegrity structure is shifted, this shift is spread throughout the whole structure, and all the other elements shift as well, or adapt for a new configuration, yielding to these shifts without breaking and therefore penetrating with art to the core of our being, yielding higher truths to our Psyche. Inspiring and allowing others to grow, to partake in Gnosis.
Our art, the Intro & Coda to other levels of consciousness. Between the inter-dimensional phyllotaxis of galactic evolution multidimensional growth takes place.
Roland Oliver Ebert







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These words are a description of my thoughts & feelings. Each of these words has a definition made up of other words, each with their own definition. This can continue ad-nausium. The cyclic nature of word and definition limits our ability to express.
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roblfc1892
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Dead eyes for false lies.
[burrito x_x]
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Take a look at my gallery [link]
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Me + 26-black-roses [link] + stock = CrazyBananas-Stock [link]
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Thank you
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Konfuzius says: "A man who goes to bed with an itchy asshole is a man who wakes up with a stinky finger!"
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The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.
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