Lightning pours from his fingers as he blends into the dark of the night. Lost inside the shell he surveys the planet and wonders where the next mystery will unfold. Eyes glow with an incandescent green ember flickering in the vast void of space and time. Time is nothing to him as he transcends the words and boundaries that now seem like items on a childhood playground. He has tapped into the main nerve and could never disconnect from it even if required of him. Forever is a distant word to many but just another face to the diamond for this mad scientist.
He nods to himself ever so slightly and breaks into a jog through the void as a sliver of a smile cracks across his teeth.
He touches fire but does not get burned as he is engulfed in the flames of life and death. To live is to transcend both of these extremes. He picks up the pace as a beat begins to drive and propel him forward.
Strange sounds emit from his brain as he travels the beams of streaming consciousness. Forever moving and sliding through the slippery nature of existence he feels nothing and everything. He long ago took the pain and made it into his friend. Pain and pleasure are just two aspects of the same Source. Sweat now pours down from his balding head and he begins to fade into the comfort and maternity of dream. With all the fanfare of a whispering wind he fades back into the crowd of moments and snapshots from life. The energy returns to the Source to recharge, reshape and gain a fresh prespective. For now he has left this moment but he still remains in the moment.
-Written by James R. Ure
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In honor of Hunter S. Thompson.
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