Light

The mindless mind can easily make an illusion of the shades of shine, fake endings and want to be pretend endings with screenplay timings. We’re a globe constantly visioning hues that the body thinks the mind is allowing us to us choose, but is there a space to know beyond where our mind’s senses choose? A mysterious space of unfathomed hues with a secret key, and surroundings made up of the perfect symmetries? Would the potentials truly be unlimited, or has our detachment from our planet detached us from those vibrations that they say are unlimited?