Some of the best moments might be the ones that are left to be just that… moments. The ones that are not measured in time, words, brightness, anything really. When one manages to achieve the level of complete presence, a full awareness of the now… oh how incredible can this all be. No thought dares to cloud these moments. No ideas shout for attention. Wow… yes…
The next level might be perhaps that which is the seriousness of a child at play. It is that, “zone” you know. That ocean of a line, or maybe the talking puppets. The leaves, the sky, the little stones. Anything has a life, a personality, a role. They might be not the most complex ones… but they are often more powerful than the things themselves. Wow, not bad…
And then there is the very well calculated, the planned, the executed, the strategically positioned, the smart, smart thing to do.
There are the plans, there are the memories, there are the lost moments, captured… but not by our minds or hearts, but by machines, or by devices of wonder, things that were imbued by others with some magic that we, after purchase, can also just unleash…
It is the planning and the calculated thought and intrigue that have brought us to the high places in which we now reside, isn’t it? We planned ourselves here, we saw the target and we did whatever it took to get here.
And now we celebrate the path, we look back at it and we admire how primitive those look whom we, the great thinking ones left behind.
And we put those who experience the pure moments into glass boxes. Those who draw and follow their playful instincts are put on medication… and only those who truly sneak their way into the rhythm of contemporary expectation, only those are then chosen to become our leaders. Because they look so darn good at it.
And they capture the moment… and then…
what will anybody ever do with that incomprehensible captured moment?…
will we call the experts?… a committee?

What if we just imagined what we really are… without anything that was given to us by those who were here before us and without anything stolen from those who will come after us?… what if we just imagined that… just very briefly…
suddenly… well, I don’t really know…
I just do not think we really went that far…
and maybe it was not even a “progression”…