Sipping on Redd in bed with Santitas by my side can’t ease the pain. Nor does the initial euphoria felt when the mobile beeps notification only to realise that it is the senseless communication that is the addiction.
Another day in a contemplative state pondering what’s this life for. Vivid paint stares back at me in the dark from incomplete works, the mirror of a myriad of past emotions from Vino in Veritas. Trying to find that balance between “what is” and “what is not” consumes both the conscious and subconscious mind alike.
Was Thoth this mired in self-reflection – examining both the meaningful and meaningless on this journey in pursuit of pure wisdom and self-actualization? Regardless of the answer, isolation is the constant companion of those who set upon this quest to quench the thirst for wisdom.
There are no sigils or talismans to protect on the lonely and perilous expedition. The culmination of this crusade is surely a slow and methodical death to reveal the mysteries of life.
Therefore think of me and offer up one last prayer for the dying. May peace and your perfect Heaven await.
Adiuva me verterem figuram mundi 
Featured image by: by Ceri Westcott “Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder”
lifemeaning4u - Mavrik 