Threshold.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XjBwAYIxUso
(Don't Dream It's Over - Crowded House)


There is a threshold. An ultimate deviation from your physical body. Depending on how it comes and how fast it attacks, it can be swift or it can be slow. First your compensation mechanisms start, beginning like cogs on clockwork. As pain increases you will increase your body's metabolic demands. Between blood acidity, fluid overload, glucose - amongst a variety of other related features - one thing works with or against another. Your body temperature heats up, yet your core drops. You sweat, profusely. You begin to get cold, and the shivering might be from the drastic shift in temperature, but it can be your body's reaction to stress with large doses of adrenalin. Endorphines are set off like a battery of fireworks to counteract the rise in the threshold, yet you are defeated as your blood pressure drops. Your heart is pounding in your chest and you begin to hear only this beating in your ears. In your body's fight your skin becomes withered as your capillaries shutdown, additionally setting in dehydration. Thus the process of moving your precious blood flow to the most desired organs - to survive. Your glands step into the battle as the amines trigger your adrenal. Soon you feel faint and dizzy as your stomach suggests it will empty. As you fail to stand or stay awake consciously, you have reached that limit, that threshold. From here you can not tell your body apart from your being as you have reached flight instead of fight. From here you feel no more pain.

Fluid Movement.

http://www.vimeo.com/10463912
(Video - Movement Study)

Accoustic Play.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FH8vgAp4VDU
(Video: Nantes - Beirut)

Seasons.

"Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn,
a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter.
If your mind isn't clouded by unnecessary things,
this is the best season of your life."
- Wu Men

The Waters of Love.

Recent archeologists have made another profound conclusion on an exceptional wonder of the world. In correlation with my own description in regards to the Cambodian Temples in my journal entry The Water Of Moons, the unfolding events of the actual purpose of the water surrounding the Taj Mahal is no mystery. Deepest reflection.


The structure itself is built in a very specific area on the banks of the Jumana River. As the romance novel would unveil, Emporer Shah Jahan, with the help of master archtitect Ustad `Isa, engineered the white marble masterpiece in dedication to his beloved wife Queen Mumtaz Mahal.


With the river waters at the rear of the mausoleum, there is additionally four designed reflecting pools dividing at the center front.


An absolute optical illusion at its best! Not only brilliant for its time, but a reflection on the endeared woman this entombed.


Therefore, anyone standing within the main gateway will see the mirage on the horizon of the white Taj Mahal, with clear or rippled reflections lurking towards their feet.


It has been debated for years in widespread fields why the emperor began an unfinished project on the adjecent coast of river.


Originally, this barren dredged land was thought to house the burial place of the emporer himself, once completed. As the love story would have it, the emporer wished to be burried across from the empress with a bridge connecting the two monuments. A symbol for lasting years in their soul connection.


But years of Jahan's life passed and no Black Taj Mahal was ever constructed. It would seem deemingly fair to build the memorial for his wife first, but why not undertake the second Taj during the same time period? After his death, he was placed beside Mumtaz in the structure he had created known as the Taj Mahal.


As mentioned above, a new technique was envisioned in solving the mystery of the second Taj. The planks of land on the far riverbank, the supposed site of the Black Taj Mahal, the main area of scrutiny.


As a sitting area and a garden, this location was prime for reflecting. One clever British researcher was allowed to test his theory. One of the large sections of plotted land was decked with plastic and then filled with water.


Despite the waxing and waning of the Jumana, if the land opposite the river was kept at a constant fill of waters, the most remarkable water garden of all would always be available to the emporer's eyes. The river itself gives a clear depth of the proper colored refraction of the building.


Yet the low lying pools of the water garden would regard the same reflection yet in a darker hue. From this standpoint, Emporer Shah Jahan could see the Black Taj Mahal created from the first day he started the White Taj Mahal. For each stone placed, and each decoration added, Jahan could gaze across the shores at the jewel of his life and her burial place, all the while watching his own self reflected in her. A bridge was not necessary, as they were one in the same, just a reflection.

The Waters Of Love.