At last unpacking my backpack of cloth and dust, I think of my 25,000 best friends,
scattered across the world, unpacking their own duffels. It was beautiful. I traced four hundred and eighty miles between myself and my troubles, my home and my story.
Those who spoke to me of the wonders of Coachella had both hope in their eyes and longing in their hearts. They told me what they could, but there was a spine for secrets. I thought, there is no room left in this world for secrets. But these ones, the great secrets, leave the world a more astoundingly brilliant place for their inclusion.
Deciphering where the magic lies is a task for the enlightened. And to put it into words, words of which you may understand, is for a fish to explain to its descendants that there is a world beyond a 2 x 5. They say that magical places must always stay on the bridge between the invisible and the visible, and I must agree.
In a moment all completely serious, all completely hallucinated, it hit me. I found myself in the midst of twenty-five thousand individuals, the epicenter of the youth I seemingly could not identify myself with, yet felt undisturbed.
I had always been drawn to the elemental force of the mountains, the oceans, the deserts - encapsulated them to make them my own. What I had not realized, or rightfully observed, was that it was these deserts and these rainstorms that have built these individuals, just as they had built me. And in this way, we know ourselves to be one with all being.
These are the people that have it all figured out. And now, I am one.
I had always been drawn to the elemental force of the mountains, the oceans, the deserts - encapsulated them to make them my own. What I had not realized, or rightfully observed, was that it was these deserts and these rainstorms that have built these individuals, just as they had built me. And in this way, we know ourselves to be one with all being.
These are the people that have it all figured out. And now, I am one.
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