I made it back in town last night from my eight day motorcycle trip around Texas and Mexico. In the next couple of weeks, I’ll be posting words about different aspects of the trip: the people, the consumerism in a different part of the world, along with other ideas.

Another semester down and only five more months of undergraduate studies face me until another chapter is marked.

Please enjoy this “abstract letter” that I wrote while staying in a hotel near the Central de Autobuses in Monterrey, Mexico during the trip. Be sure to check out the trips from the picture when I post them, you’ll love them!:

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Please, me. I sit and contrast and compare. Or I stand. Lie down. What position flows blood from my brain to the heart quick enough such that => I can submerge myself into a lifelong dream of constant hope and vivid/lucid happenings. If I am obsessed and dreaming in this moment, I am led into yet another obsessed thought. It is more like a box of tic-tacs? Or is it more like a stream of consciousness. How continuous is this brook of synapses firing?

Keep in mind that my heart is thinking, too. And my right hand. It remembers July as well. A discontinuous series of experiences and sensory loads. What is the different between a flood of chemicals touching end to end or reality actually bringing us together? I’ll tell you. Something that classic philosophers quantified as unstudiable. A soul connection.

Soul is still a word to many that is just a euphemism for something not yet explained or covered by a multimeter. But I secretly whisper to them that they just haven’t heard of it yet. They haven’t touched the soul or had something touch the soul like I had done to me. Culture; travel; sleep; poverty. They spoke to me, and yelled at me. I heard them well. Why wonder how sure I am of going there in 8 months? Are our brains just related in a way that, when looked upon in an absurd flash of light, like the words cuarto and cuadra, waiting for a connection.

This sort of connection, once experienced, once the blood returns to your brain, sticks like a stapled report. Everyone thinks that you’ll one day move out of your phase. Well, I turn that around and ask myself this. I even know of a living and breathing pair of examples. When separated by space but not time, it grows stronger in both; a yearning for more, and a fear of continuation with a lack of pure and beautiful fulfillment. It scares the brain, but the heart remembers the arcing between potentials. Different potentials. At the same time, when separated by space, time, and most importantly: mind, they grew apart fasted than a decaying tree.

This, like all progressive experiences in life, not only serves to bring about more questions, but stronger questions. The kind that make you want to drop everything that you are doing in search for your personal legend. Thanks for that relighting of my mind. It broke what I know, and it made the physical into ruins; and I love that. If nothing ever becomes of this, something certainly came of nothing, and I am endlessly in thought of the results - infatuated. But please, me.