- The world around us drifts in a sort of ebb and flow. I observe the ripples that things cause, watching all of the little tiny interactions as well as all of the major, dominating interactions that affect everything around them. Actions spark reactions. There is a certain fluidity to the way the world slowly slides forward, a cascading stream of events leading into more events, and thus slowly changing the environment around them, evolving to the effect produced by those events and actions. I am the one who watches these ripples where others simply pass them by. I can see everything, yet through this observation I lend myself short on participating to create ripples myself. No, I am content and satisfied to merely watch and enjoy the show unfolding before me, so that I may always be taking note of everything happening before me.
- The world around us resonates with energy. Objects affect each other and those observing them; they speak their nature to us. A painting, for instance, can resonate with a certain melancholy from its deep, blackened shades of blue, and create a feeling of wishful reflection upon its viewers. There is an experience to be captured from all things, something that activates a deeper feeling from its qualities, whether it be the crisp air in dark, forested pines, or the scorching hot sands on an equatorial beach. The world around us gives us impressions that convey a deeper experience. People affect each other as well. Some people simply annoy us, others cause us anxiety just by making their presence known, and still others even make our heartbeats elevate joyfully from the mere thought of them. Everything leaves something with every other thing, an impression upon the very soul of an object or person, that can stay with them forever.
- The world around is mysterious and all-connected. Every action has an almost invisible, intangible effect to a situation that could turn the tides of an expected outcome. A butterfly flapping its wings in Brazil, displacing seemingly unimportant water molecules, can cause a monsoon in India without even being aware of the land's existence, nor a world outside of which it has personally traveled. I can focus in on the rhythms of things, the invisible mechanisms on which things operate, their tendencies. I can establish a baseline for how something acts, and envision how it will act in response to a certain stimulus that it, perhaps, has never interacted with before. I can place things in situations and be able to derive what will happen merely because I am able to easily perceive how things affect each other. People, too, have their rhythms as well. I can understand a person from their reactions to certain things, understanding how they think and how they feel based on how they act in situations they are either familiar with or are unfamiliar with. I see the grander scale. I see the world develop before me, and I orient myself passively to slide into the more favorable course in the streaming river of cascading events.