What would this world be like without the exotic beauty- the creativity - and the mysterious sensibilities we feel from Asia. Those who don't feel it most certainly don't feel much of this existence in general- this much I am fairly certain of. For me, what we call "Asia" makes life seem that much more meaningful- that much more colourful- that much deeper than our individual efforts can muster. Asia enriches our blood through it's colours and creeds. It add's endless numbers into our eternal equations. It stares into our abyss and reminds us that all the chords are unstrung still. Much like our understanding of a tree growing, it grows to express itself beyond our slow, weak reactions to difference.
These offerings are merely a small ongoing tribute- to pretend it is an exception to our universe's rules is to once again misunderstand the rich love which flows beneath the skins of our collective consciousness. This consciousness eternally burns away the peripheral safety fat of misunderstanding- a type of hatred which deserves not the eternal seconds within our days- but in it's best at least good in illustrating the futile attempt of the disharmonious to become the actors within the map of our inevitable journey towards harmony.
released December 27, 2016
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