I don’t believe that the mind is everything. I do believe we have a soul and a spirit. As far as this discussion might go, anyways. I consider love to be a large span of different emotions. - The lowest manifestation of love would be in this concern, sex. The highest manifestation of love would be compassion. Somewhere in between sex and compassion, there is the love of expectation. That is the love that couples usually have. A sort of conditional love: "I love you because you love me. And other scruples. I love you and I could not live without you (my life would not have a meaning if you are no longer with me). And I love you expecting something in return”. A very cruel way of putting it, would be that this is the love of the beggars. A compassionate person does not expect something in return. He/she is happy when one receives their love. There is another category, not responding to neither sexual stimuli or attention the way one would expect. Somewhere in the void, sharing and receiving to and from the Universe and through the Universe providing and creating, for all the people willing to receive something. One might call this a love of thankfulness. When this kind of person appears in a circumstance the energy emanated is potentially fabulous (I reckon) - The radar of this type of person is very broad, intercepting almost the full range of the love apparatus and when a similar vibration from another individual interacts with the first one - (requires a potential effort - depending of the level of sensitivity) The arabesque creature can be seen.

I don’t believe that the mind is everything. I do believe we have a soul and a spirit. As far as this discussion might go, anyways. 
I consider love to be a large span of different emotions. - The lowest manifestation of love would be in this concern, sex. The highest manifestation of love would be compassion. 
Somewhere in between sex and compassion, there is the love of expectation. 
That is the love that couples usually have. 
A sort of conditional love: 
"I love you because you love me. And other scruples. 
I love you and I could not live without you (my life would not have a meaning if you are no longer with me). And I love you expecting something in return”. 
A very cruel way of putting it, would be that this is the love of the beggars. 
A compassionate person does not expect something in return. He/she is happy when one receives their love. 

There is another category, not responding to neither sexual stimuli or attention the way one would expect. Somewhere in the void, sharing and receiving to and from the Universe and through the Universe providing and creating, for all the people willing to receive something. 
One might call this a love of thankfulness. 
When this kind of person appears in a circumstance the energy emanated is potentially fabulous (I reckon) - The radar of this type of person is very broad, intercepting almost the full range of the love apparatus and when a similar vibration from another individual interacts with the first one - (requires a potential effort - depending of the level of sensitivity) 
The arabesque creature can be seen.

I almost died today. In an almost car accident obviously. The bloke in front of me didn’t realise that he had mirrors he should check before changing from one lane to another. But that is not the point. I had an epiphany (like Rango) Would it possible that my carcass (ref. material body) is less dense like a sort of smoke or hologram and people are not able to see - or perceive me always? Yet again, I’m very sensitive to every signal or thought addressed to me directly through any kind of medium? A new kind of monsters.

I almost died today. In an almost car accident obviously. The bloke in front of me didn’t realise that he had mirrors he should check before changing from one lane to another. 
But that is not the point. 
I had an epiphany (like Rango) 
Would it possible that my carcass (ref. material body) is less dense like a sort of smoke or hologram and people are not able to see - or perceive me always? 
Yet again, I’m very sensitive to every signal or thought addressed to me directly through any kind of medium? 
A new kind of monsters.

A  manmade Aurora 
Incoming nuclear weapons. 
Accelerating tension. 
I love girls
I love all the girls. 
-       How I fell in love with the nuclear bomb. 
Interplanetary space exploration. 
Do they still twinkle of are they a steady light? 
Ever alert. 
That’s what I liked about him, 
A certain manliness – 
I don’t need much 
To like a man. 
It has to be a sense of determination. 
An interest. 
The limits of reality. 
Science has changed everything. 
Philosophy is dead.
Try music. 
Art does not exist. 
It’s a paretic manifesto. 
Would it be possible you came to me just because nobody was coming to you at that moment and you just got a little bored? 
He tried to imagine he had no physical body. 
He was well ahead of his time. 
Pretty close. 
An organ of such stupendous complexity. 

I miss being a mermaid…  

A  manmade Aurora

Incoming nuclear weapons.

Accelerating tension.

I love girls

I love all the girls.

-       How I fell in love with the nuclear bomb.

Interplanetary space exploration.

Do they still twinkle of are they a steady light?

Ever alert.

That’s what I liked about him,

A certain manliness –

I don’t need much

To like a man.

It has to be a sense of determination.

An interest.

The limits of reality.

Science has changed everything.

Philosophy is dead.

Try music.

Art does not exist.

It’s a paretic manifesto.

Would it be possible you came to me just because nobody was coming to you at that moment and you just got a little bored?

He tried to imagine he had no physical body.

He was well ahead of his time.

Pretty close.

An organ of such stupendous complexity.

I miss being a mermaid…  

#2

I will never stop using it.

I’m 18 years old  - and I’m addicted to eating plastic.

Ten water bottles.

It’s the way it crunched.

The texture of the remote control.

When it’s done it kind of hurts.

She was abused.

She turned to plastic for comfort.

Not so empty.

This isn’t meant to go in a body.

Hurt me.

I really would like to stop.

Bleach.

Germofobe.

It has ruined her, and her clothes.

Clean yourself.

It slapped me in the face.

I thought it was just because I was pregnant.

I have to use it.

So I can be able to smell it – Forever.

It has burned my eyes and my face.

It burns.

I keep voicing my concerns.

I always feel kind of empty

It’s like Christmas time

Something

It’s going to hurt you.

Does it scare you –

Like it scares me?

I don’t want to eat plastic.

I don’t want to feel guilty. 

Go see a doctor.

I don’t; think the outcome is going to change anything.

If bleach gets in your eyes…

Looking for love. 

 

Andrei Popa:"the artist can reach a state/level when she/he will understand why, or not, even if she/he doesn’t, the impulse of creating would be enough of a point.but yes if he/she understands why automatically he/she levels up and naturally discovers something newbecause it would be looking from a new perspective with new sight & insight “Cristiana Cott Negoescu"totally agree, yet still I look at this aspect as it could be a searching for an answer, rather not really a point. Could it be a nonsense observation? Or maybe view it as a searching for another question/ answer ? could it be the same thing ? how much info can a point provide?"

Andrei Popa:
"the artist can reach a state/level when she/he will understand why, or not, even if she/he doesn’t, the impulse of creating would be enough of a point.
but yes if he/she understands why automatically he/she levels up and naturally discovers something new
because it would be looking from a new perspective with new sight & insight “

Cristiana Cott Negoescu
"totally agree, yet still I look at this aspect as it could be a searching for an answer, rather not really a point. Could it be a nonsense observation? Or maybe view it as a searching for another question/ answer ? could it be the same thing ? how much info can a point provide?"