DA LEE

 A state of deep observation combined with the luck of finding. And of finding myself in the perfect place and at the precise moment.

// Like a plant amidst the asphalt of the urban maelstrom. I find my space however I can. 

Anywhere. 

In any way.

// Everything, even what is dead. 

Is synonymous with life.

// When I look to the sky in search of infinity, in pursuit of utopia, there is always a line, an imaginary limit, an ancient design that stands in contrast. They are always the same colors, but in different shades depending on the rhythm of my heart and mind.

// That is why I keep looking. Looking attentively at the strange. What they call paranormal, which then becomes normal. It is no longer strange, it is commonplace, and I like it. Not explaining anything to anyone, not even to myself. Everything is what it is.

// My childhood heroes are not superheroes. They are people who observe and understand deeply. Villains to moralists. To humans trapped in dualistic ideas. But they overcome paradigms and dare to stop. To observe deeply is an act of rebellion. They were born when my childhood heroes died.

// There, one also learns to observe within oneself. Because one is the sky that gazes. One is the tree that provides shade. One is both vastness and minuteness. One is both utopia and morality.

// Everything speaks. Especially silence.

// Courage is will, and acting without human judgment already makes us superhuman. A small step toward rediscovering the divinity we lost when we chose to hide our fragility with anger and our childhood with effort. 

// The important thing is to remember it.