Drift

May you drift,

 

In this discussion I was once asked pointedly “Chas what do you believe?” I said it shall forever remain “my secrete”. I pounder now the values of those thoughts, the fear of needing a book to explain, while knowing the amount of words lone can cause question. Thus knowing it would be brief.

 

The history;

Every step up the ladder of intelligence, every word that has ever been written, every song ever sang come from a duality of Art and Music, every Math problem of all the sciences, to the designer of the fonts in which you read. This is far older and easily proved. It is reflected completely around us, the art of courtship of just birds, to the very songs the music they sing.

 

The conclusions proven by the math;

The music of the drum of my heart, this energy continues on, thus the art of my life.

 

Within duality comes the comfort of two, the preconclusions of math, thus the Art of life.

 

The conclusions proven by the Art;

Art is the passions being displayed. To communicate.

 

 

When the passing comes, the preclusions of math I will not be alone, the ink is just changed, the art will continue in the duality of form.

 

Of a Deity there has to be two, you can not have Art without Music, nor Music without Art. For the math proves music, it proves the pair.

 

A drift within the Art and Music to be remembered in one is to be in the other, is to live without time and means you are in other, thus everyone, everything is included, when you act in one, you act in another. The acceptance.

 

If you want I shall call them, Arttiorious and Musicafany just to twist you tongue. When it is time to relax and your work is done, many days or even weeks away, you’ll reach over and turn some music to play, Arttiorious is what you will say.