If you're looking for answers, don't read this

I have this fascination with light and the color white. I want to come up with a theory of my own about this phenomenon. I like that word, phenomenon, because I love the irony housed within it. What in this wide and wonderful world isn’t a phenomenon? Everything is phenomenal, but unfortunately the human brain has the ability to tone down and de-accentuate things surrounding us at any given moment in time. I say unfortunately, but honestly the brain has to do this to function otherwise our senses would be overloaded and humans, or any animal with a central nervous system really, wouldn’t be able to perform basic survival tasks like eating. We’d get stuck, so to speak, like a stoned teenager, only worse. We desensitize and dull things around us so we can handle a given situation, because in its entirety, we can’t handle it. Humans cannot truly handle truth in its entirety. It’s funny. I think it even makes God smile. I love it.

And so I’m rambling, but I’ve had a few pieces float my way today so I’ll share:

Creativity is never birthed of a singular effort. No one individual contains creativity.
Creativity is a force which captures small fragments of the essence of humanity and then so chooses to manifest such fragments within an individual.
Differences between one person and another are not provided for divisionary purposes. Our minds will group and categorize because this is how we learn and process, but creative freedom breaks these molds. Creativity cannot exist in a world without differences, subtle shades, and contrast.

Expectations distort love. Love within a human mind is so often tainted by expectation that even the slightest glimpse of what it may be is missed. Love cannot be contained, restrained, or defined. Even the creation of the word “love” distorts what love truly is. But whatever love may be, it is very much a choice. And never just one, but billions upon billions.

p.s.
I apologize if you were looking for any kind of conclusion here, I have none. I don’t even have a good explanation for my opening statement as to why I’m so fascinated by white and light, but maybe I will understand it myself someday and attempt to unwrap that thought. But just in case I haven’t convinced anyone that I’m certifiable, I feel the need to inform the masses that I’m also fascinated by dark and black too, even more so than white and light, whatever that may mean. Hahaha :) until next time…