Reality is the destination.

Beliefs are the map.

Reason is the steering wheel.

Emotions are the fuel.

You are the vehicle.

What's most important?

Candles, turn them on 

The fire burns, it gives light 

It's hot, don't touch it 

It could destroy you 

Candles, when they burn 

They need something to burn on 

That something, doesn't last forever 

It soon ends 

Candles, look at them 

Those colors, 

Parts are black, others light 

Notice the range 

Candles, stare at it 

This dance 

Now still, then shaking, and again 

Ups and downs 

Candles, listen to it 

A sound 

Signals or noise 

Finding the difference there 

Let it burn, don't interfere, and keep looking 

Sometimes, it gives us light and warmth 

We get close to it, and could touch it 

But then we burn ourselves 

It hurts 

We thought we found that something 

Burning with passion about it 

And, it ends, it doesn't last forever 

A void 

Finally simplified, bright again 

Everything is beautiful now 

Oh, it's not just white, nor fully black 

Complexed range 

Shaky confusion 

We comfort ourselves, it's indeed a dance 

Yet, here we slip, there we fall 

Ongoing doubt 

Noise and distraction all around us 

Exploring the underlying signal 

Quite hard to differentiate 

Lacking clarity 

Let it burn, don't interfere, and keep looking

And 

Here is where it deeply begins 

Those voices, these questions 

What's with the other side of the coin 

How do I know 

Is it even possible to know 

This thing is vague, that thing I don't understand  

What am I relying on though 

Do I work with what I have now 

Is it about continuing blindly 

Or about trusting the smarter, bigger, older and holier 

Or what 

Is that how I approach other things 

But, is this even similar to other things 

Why not, not sure 

What am I keeping though, and then, and why 

This is it, a storm 

Pouring, winds, with no shelter 

Every time I attempt to take shelter 

I'm pushed into it again 

So I feel like screaming for help 

And then, that voice 

You're alone out here, in the dark 

Stop screaming 

And I stop 

Trying to figure out a way to get shelter 

I manage to make some progress, and I'm stuck again 

This time, I stay quiet 

It's pouring though, strong winds 

I'm fighting something bigger than my self 

What should I do 

This time, I start crying 

I don't have words 

I do have feelings now 

I know I'm your child 

Or am I 

After screaming, trying, staying quiet and crying 

Standing lost and helpless 

I let go

Also known as faith 

Or 

Seeing people, human beings

Warms my heart 

Feeling their hearts 

Puts mine at pause 

Seeing people, human beings 

Makes me think 

Understanding their state of being 

Stops my thoughts 

Seeing people, human beings  

Inspires wonder 

Fascinating about their hidden mysteries 

Numbs it all 

What? 

And then 

Why? 

Paused. Stopped. Numbed. 

The art of the understanding 

Is understanding when not to understand 

The art of feeling 

Is the intuition in when to feel even more 

I'm left wondering about the inspiration of all 

That's something that art and science share 

Coming to realize that differences is the biggest unity 

Inspiring indeed