I entered a world, a dimension of intense perceptions.
Every flicker and flutter contained meaning.
Every thought was an event.
There were no boundaries and I was swamped by energies.
I floated out of time and my demons became realities.
They call it madness but there was still a part of my mind questioning, 'what is this?', 'why is this?'
I had been driven by a passionate desire to challenge the world at war and yet also by a yogic philosophy to abandon desire, constantly searching.
I didn't know what to do...so I began to paint.
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