Beauty within containment.

Here I stand. Here I lie. Here I contemplate.

I find compassion and elegance regardless of the point where I am, however this changes according to the state of mind I'm in. A beautiful Venetian styled room filled with luxurious waxes and exotic scents could lead me into deprivation and a choke like grasp, or a near death trance full of compassion and clarity. The deciding factor seems to be the mood, the emotion, the accumulation and its impact over my observation and imagination.

It's obvious the outside affects the mental and the emotional. But does the inward also affect the outside? Could the mind distort the observed? Could the mind distort to the point in which the truth of the moment isn't realized fully and the accompanying body affects outward in a confused manner?

Yes it can. It happens all too often.

Prevention?
Interaction, perception and contemplation.

Truth is partially the accumulation of multiple observations put to the test by biased viewpoints argued with an unbiased state of inquiry. Most important however, and ultimately confusing, is the lack of urge for accumulation or the need for it. So more importantly, truth lies only in the moment and not before or after. The answer is constant, and it's quite stagnant. Never vibrating or changing.

Which connects to my previous thought of simplicity, and an underlying structure of all. Arrogant of time, this structure retains a defense that will not change simply because of its arrogance.

Where was I?

Oh yes, I'm here.