Love, as the amoeba splits, the ultimate beginnings. To find oneself here in this human form, this skin that Im in. It runs away from me, so illusive is the benefits of forgetting to remember, the first love, as a series of moments carries us here. Something so strange is this landscape I am watching, as it is also a state of myself. Love, the expanding jurisdiction, the incomprehensible algorithm that recalculates my suspicions, that this love is not defined by its ending, but by its every beginning.
Words taken and rearranged by Josh Fleming from: The Joyous Cosmology by Alan Watts
Image by: Felix Salazar