Let it all flow through you
The less I know the better
Are you through with reality yet?
“We thrive in separate planes”
I wanna see movies of my dreams
Strange how everything below can be such death and chaos and pain while above the sky is peace, sweet blue gentleness. I heard a shaman say once, the Ancestors want our souls to be like the blue sky. -Shannon Hale, Book of a Thousand Days
And the first sketch the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, till the Devil whispered behind the leaves 'Its pretty, but is it Art?'
