“If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks of his cavern.” -William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
My dying wish is that before you leave this life, your soul awakens to poetry; that your capacity to be moved by music is aroused; that you find a way to conquer your fear of dancing; and that a genuine love for beauty springs forth from your inner being like a flower in bloom.
Should you allow these experiences to unfold, your salvation, your enlightenment, and your freedom will inevitably follow.
For there is nothing in heaven that is not also in art.
If I die in my sleep tonight, please tell the world that this was my message.
If I survive the night, save these words for a future date.
For one day, it will make a fitting eulogy. And when that day comes, I beg you to exploit my funeral for the sake of art, creativity, and a sense of the possible.
Downplay my death and irreverently use the occasion as just another opportunity to remind the world to live from the eternal and boundless space of imagination.