Everything is so fragmented...mind, space, time, sight--shattered pieces of different things stuck and adhered together in a mosaic of life. Was what I experienced the sum of its parts or something more, Gestalt whispered from a corner of my brain. I ignore his pessimistic stuttering and gaze around at my sleeping-space. To some, this may seem like a confining gesture, locking myself in here without food or water for hours. If they only knew it's a tesseract in here, with the inside infinately bigger then the outside. How can I possibly grasp the world beyind the foot or so of door if I can't even see the end of the space in here? I think Jake and Max were right...I don't have my own 'zone', I have my own universe, and it keeps getting bigger.

When I move, I move with the help from the air, the light, the thought of others and my own muscles, it seems; I speak and type only with the assistance of all on earth and beyond, their voices and thoughts combining with the energy to produce this post. Actions are all so interconnected--you cannot act without the help of others. They may not even be people you know or care about--they can be your dearest friends or your bitterest enemies, but they aid you in everyday life. Would there be an ARFA without MNU? Poleepkwa pride without the crushing shame of captivity? No, not at all...they created each other and define each other even as we speak.

It seems like Timothy Leary was right...acid does enhance creativity. I've tried to capture the image in this picture...forgive me for its bad quality. I'm not an artist, I'm just someone who sees art and tries to duplicate its style and method.