Impulse of the impersonal
I stare at the mirror and see somebody. As I observe closely, I see a being, a clueless node, awaiting something. If I could know his motivation, what does he await? Probably an impulse - Impulse of the impersonal. As I dig deep into the relationship between nature and her constituents, I observe this invisible umbilical cord hanging around everything that lives. The cord acts as a node, connecting everything living to their creator - The Nature. A question that keeps me restless - What is nature trying to achieve through these nodes? Do we all have a purpose as natural constructs? The question keeps getting louder as I encounter my impulses. Are these impulses my own or nature is seeking something from me? Is she trying to get my attention? Whenever I try to get around the laws of human pleasure seeking, strange urges try pulling me back, redirecting me towards my raw instincts, reminding me who I really am - A natural node in the body of a human being. This experience is hard to...