7.5.20

If intuition is the collective amalgamation of pain—which is the known—through our past, the past of our ancestors, and the past of our archetypal levels of being—then inspiration must be the vortices of pleasure that is dynamic liberation from the known, healing from our pain, and the spontaneity demanded by risk.

It is the aiming at pleasure alone that does not achieve communion with inspiration, because approaching vortices is vertiginous, casting one back towards their ocean of pain. The modality of faith allows for a resonance with these eyelets into another world, not requiring the direct approach, but bestowing the patience to have inspiration draw you in.

Ugliness is the discernment of our intuition, seated deeply in our gut. Beauty is the recognition of our inspiration, enthroned loftily in our heart.