Speed is in synergy with our consciousness constantly. It's like a submarine submerged in our sea-like mindset. Like the priest blessing us with its legacy, it helps us level up the way we orbit around our untapped potential. Just as it aided the sun's rays, light, sound, and human evolution to progress and reach the crypto-humanity of Earth, making them members of the 'Eartholic Academy,' we too are pushed by it on our journey to reach our destined connoisseur.

The teetotaller,

The rebel,

The fool,

The performer,

The gentleman,

The grandee,

The spirit,

The practitioner;

or whatever tag society gives us, we are knowingly or unknowingly part of the functional aura of speed. Parallelly, it gifts itself and its immortality to mortal beings like us so that we can practice immortality within our mortal lifespan.

It is possibly making us ride on the curves of infinity, leading us to think that we might be unknowingly existing in a “myriad of worlds” simultaneously. The only thing connecting us to the elegance of this idea is 'Speed.'

The speed to think, learn, grow, understand, and interpret—if synchronized with the speed of time, sound, light, and celestial mechanics—can allow us to transcend our involvement in this universe while keeping the structure of our consciousness organized. Realizing this might offer clarity to those who see mythology as mere illustration, when in fact it is part of the most rooted and real thing: 'History.'

Moreover, it is such a powerful conscious element of the almighty’s abstract proliferation into the surreal core of Earth's spiritual magnitude that even after aligning with the mentioned speed mechanics, mythology is able to shift our reality under perfect supervision, tracking the lesser Jasmine and more Rose of the Floral Human Psychology.

Only our valor can justify our existence in this high pace of anonymous craft; otherwise, we will be left as a piece of origami—beautiful on the outside but twisted inside, what follows is a vague exile, leaving us at the mercy of false alarms, hoping to be right someday.

Such possibilities of transition are only feasible if artists like Cimabue, Giotto, and Vincent Van Gogh infiltrate their dynamics onto Earth again, absorbing our life and adding life-giving colors to nurture our circumstances with valor and speed, thus gifting their elegance to make our civilizational existence more prosperous rather than leaving it to fragments of insane fables.

So, this was just my way of touching the contour of the universal landscape without a telescope.