Welcome to My Universe

Many of us wander why we have it. What is it for? What do we do with it? In a moment it disappears, and when it’s gone it never to returns.
For a moment we experience, and what we experience within the context of our death is the essence and the meaning of life. We are often left with one question; how will it be remembered? What did we live for? For what did we stand?
Not insignificantly these questions are idle. They frame questions we ought to be asking, they don’t give us the answers we need. They are a weak facsimile. Welcome to my universe, if you enter you must observe my rules. If you do you are welcome to stay.
I am sitting outside a bungalow at a shaky wooden table under a mountain in Palm Springs. The bungalow is part of a small hotel called the Korakia. Flowers, a swimming pool and the noise of guests talking inhabit my space along with a cool evening breeze, coffee and my cigarette. Light blue, a lavender and cotton air and the splash of water remind me of the smile in the eyes of a stranger welcoming me. I own this place, like very place I go. I am rich. I inhabit a space that I return to and this scent is a manifesto written in my eyes. Let me explain.
The sun descends on today into an evening, and every evening, like every day is a possibility. Possibility is the placeholder of choice; the choice that is made about the contents we as humans experience. Those experiences are the universes we inhabit. Along with the aesthetic possibilities of this world are the human possibilities of encounter; the eyes and voices, the sounds that we wish to hang on the walls around us.
Driving here my wife and I discussed people we have known. We realized something. Our realization maybe taken the wrong way; and if it is that’s fine, I don’t care. Like everyone we have made mistakes. However, we never failed at being human; our world is a human world and happily so, we have lived like humans and as humans with hearts that break we have lived.
There are many who seek justice, who’s litigious preoccupations betray their weakness. There are others who, for the sake of their own ignorance abhor the challenges of other minds. These are not the minds of human beings. Nor are they welcome in our world.
Is this born out of anger? Is this born out of any degree of cynicism. The failures of past regimes of any shape or form have been born out of distrust; either implicitly or explicitly  – I say no.
Sitting this evening by the fire-pit my wife and I discussed Oscar Wilde. I am making the choice he made; not to create art, but for the contents of life to be the art to which I work. He lived by an aesthetic sensibility which encompassed a love of beauty. He was punished for his choice and in his Ballad repented. Shunned by society for externalizing his system into his life Wilde in many respects was a martyr. My universe, the universe I am choosing is both beautiful, idyllic and human. However, I also accept the cracks we all share, for the human world must encompass all the strength and weakness of humanity. My right of passage is simply this; be honest, be kind, be human with us all.
Welcome to my universe. Welcome to a world which, when shared between us will be palace across the world in which minds meet, where love is made with contact and bonds are made to be held tacitly across time. Welcome, make yourself at home and join me as we explore with the time that we have the lives that we have all, in moments of either clarity or desperation wished for above all else.