Was It Likely?

it's time to check the mirror again jury's still out   two weeks have passed since  last we spoke . a fortnite, in the parlance of our youth. actually in the parlance of our elders as well although they spelled it differently no doubt.  as always, don't force it. not everything's for you.    where you stand, the filter. if i have not named you, go no further (right):  art. today, as it turns out, we're speaking to those who probably don't feel like they need to be spoken to. art is alchemy, the divine synthesis, the correct proportions. you have dissolved and mixed what could not be combined in its solid state and sustained yourself with that mixture. the temperature of your soul and your surroundings are the same. contradictions are no problem; you're a vessel vast enough to house any number of dilemmas without being torn by them. the other is familiar to you without losing its unique properties, and you can be permeated without fear of the loss of self....