Stolen Thought.

In lieu of years of turmoil and criticisms of which my crippled remnant had endured, the very purpose of which I had lasted to this very point is to be materialized of the very essence of euphoria; the culmination of an individual’s very breath, in a physicality before one’s self. Within such, an “oxymoric enigma” of which truly exists and yet is debatable towards its validity as a whole, the singularity of innovation, integration, and imagination intersect within a single point of which encompasses this veil of reality those whom travel.
It is the sort of place of where one may through the direct control and dictation of matter and energy of its more precise scrutinizations, materialize that which exists beyond the physicality and direct tactile sensory world these creatures known as humans perceive and of the ideologies, ideas, thoughts, beliefs, and wishes our simplistic central nervous systems can summon. A place such as this need not be static and stationary, but of an ever changing wish, like a wondrous piece of ornamental glass, viewed in a different light. Deep from within the essence of thought and imagination, can a person truly realize the scale and power behind a single thought in a living work of beauty and the potential of probability and possibility make itself known to those with open eyes?
Such a power of an entire universe contained within the very walls of a lone structure may indeed carry the very weight of a select few or of existence in itself, upon the universe’s bosom. Such a surely intangible ideal could never exist within a physical form, could it not? Fundamental mechanics of which have dictated the very path of experience’s journey would smother a description of an eternity of pre-anticipated stability and determinism. I must only mutter the question, if our society and planet as a unified force could place and shake a universe in a snow globe, what shall become of ourselves, as we watch the glistening snow fall in silence?