Sometimes a day like today comes along... where the hot, pale landscape burns in the sun's reverie and the dry air rolls into your lungs like a welcome tumbleweed. The slow lazy haze grabs ahold of your consciousness and you find yourself in the midst of a holy war of thought and motion. An act of existential transcendence, you disconnect from need or want like a succulent with no imminent source of water, and independent, bold, and unwhole, you live the day through without the excessive comfort of a purpose. In such magnificently blistering heat, you traverse the mind like a stranger in the desert and learn yourself anew. Such days are the making of greatness.
I drink this emptiness and am filled with self love. And you?