Two travelers from fantasy lands stood aside; looking intensely at each other as if they knew deep within that they were actually one but superficially all they knew was rivalry. They both wanted to be the most powerful in their dream homeland. The one in the left fought in the safety of rules to establish an empire of analysis; dedicating each victory to its god Precision. The other one sought in the openness of imagination to create realities out of nothingness; manifesting the lawlessness of its god Infinity. I stood below them in the middle of the road as a slave of their desires. Who should I follow? In an instant of blueness, a message fell in between the earth and my burning soles.
Please brain, be compassionate toward my mind. [vice versa] Gently hoist your weight from my reign, and release me from your hard warehouse. Please brain! Be loving toward my ignorance, and let me lift the veil from my forehead. Balance my middle finger joyously, instead of keeping the dread in my head.
Finding my space in the universe as a radiant sun without boundaries of place; finding within myself the hidden truth of the blissful purgatory: A Balanced Self.