I have been pounding on the keys of the external interface at the expense of my internal one. So
much has been going on around me that the movements within me have become illusive,
indistinguishable, hidden. I try and listen to the undercurrents but only manage a minute or two
before my external existence knocks on the windows of my inner world, begging for attention
and reengagement. Thus, my internal interface is left to “drip feed” me its instruction. It is not
ideal and hard to pick up on. My body never stops speaking to me, but often I stop listening.
The inner world is the mother of true desire, while the outer world is a master manufacturer. The
outer world produces desires which almost always seem legitimate, if inauthentic. The desire
behind an action is critical, but even more critical is to peel back the origin of that desire. Was it
born from within or manufactured from without? How does one tell the difference? And which is
the worthier desire to pursue?
One’s internal and external realms inevitably merge in a state of collaboration. The internal
realm is where thoughts, ideas, feelings, and desires are created. The external realm is where all
of those things play out in the physical world. The issue arises when one mistakes one half of the
whole as being the core, or center of it all. If the external interface or system is viewed as the
core, then it takes all the power, superseding the other half of life: the inner realm. Is this
inherently a bad thing? No. Is it whole? No. When one moves between the external and internal
realms, a truer core begins to appear, one that interconnects and flows into each other. So maybe,
in this instance, there is no actual core. Maybe, in this instance, the so-called center is in fact the
whole, a whole which one brings into a state of balance.