A glance at a thumbnail in an online article was attached to a hand that grasped my subconscious heart; intrigued, as I it were a spiritual connection from my soul to this piece of literature. It wasn’t necessarily the words that were substantial, but rather, the idea and accompanying images which spoke a million words. I saw the combination of two life long hobbies that have created the initial chapters of what would shape the foundation for the subsequent novels that would be titled “my life,” there peering at me from a thumbnail, formulated in a glass vessel.
The heart pondered the ridiculous notion of venturing to another country for a matter of hours, or what could easily be viewed as seconds in eternity, to become acquainted with the creator, although the rational mind rejected it. The duality of existence was at odds with each other once again; satisfaction vs responsibility, wealth vs knowledge, death vs life. My rib cast her vote, similar to Chinese wishing stones, and I lost my mind – we chose life.
Dredging lost through the dark pathways in this unfamiliar realm, I found myself at the entrance of a glass gate, encased in shiny gold lettering, standing before the throne. One unlike any I had seen constructed by man, seeded from the most valuable elements in the materialistic physical realm – gold and currency suspended in air. Receiving confirmation of what has always been known, “material is a method to obtaining continued knowledge, those that perceive it as an end goal will remain ignorant.”
Petrified in awe, I uprooted myself deeper into the wilderness of this field. The branches shook as the faint idea of learning from the architect softly wrestled in my mind. Already being acquainted with my name, as if he heard me speaking through our virtual connection, he asked me to sit in his place of work and handed me his book of life – his creations, the things that drew me from there to here.
Upon inquiring trivial questions pertaining to his existence and subsequent work, for the next several hours, I was cast out, returning dredging dark pathways of Osiris’s underworld until I was able to return to my celestial vessel, only to reunite my heart, mind and rib 24 hours later.
King Block Dean (El.Sin.Say) + Rush “Raj”
The Langham Hotel / Artisan Bar – (Hong Kong – Last day of his artwork display- 2016)