Excert.

"A dream of worry is a thought of redemption."
- Dan Zybala

Writing the ways of a written character, apposed the figment of your imagination. It was 3 a.m. and the night was still young, or though it seemed. I didn't know if it was a full moon or not, but the stars were out shining in all their glory. I had got the pen out and was writing vigoursly in hopes of finding something new in my written device, maybe a theory or a great quote. As the body of the third paragraph become indulgent I struggled to write a quote from the character of imaginary activities who said, " In the realism of my personality the nature of a concerned individual haunts me in my dreams." The purpose was optional but the truth was the reasonable affects of reaching a declared ensemble displaying the actions of a sacred character in the hopes of pushing through his mental thoughts. In a short statement the character reached the element of his mind in pursuit of diverting his haunted dreams. The memory seemed logical but the illusion of the sub-conscious mind annoited the option of escaping sleep and staying prominent on the figure in his illusive mind. The acception to the rule was crititcal at this point as the imaginary design reached the ideal creation, a dream of living in the dream of reality.

Searching solitude.

"Enlightenment of solitude, excepts the silence."
- Dan Zybala

The solitude of silence all alone provides the environment for a setting sun. When the lights go out the illumination reachs the other side. Moving a mission to another land provides a range of journies reaching the lights of earth. Alone and tired I do not see the hope in life. To sit and pray shortens the act of prophets determined to bring focus into existence. Allowing no non-sense into this journey relieves the points of undeserved thinking of what really matters.

Book-Shelf series. -Dan Zybala

"In a culture of creation, I stay blinded by the lights" - Dan Zybala

The authentic expression of art founded a need for telling a story, whether in colour, shape, line or form. Exploring details of my current work, I find the resemblance of old masters who study the ideals of "still life". During the painting stage the principles of design acquire a sense of balance in the composition of all artworks. By simply assorting black and white space to particular divisions on the canvas I can impressionize the colours of radiant presence. The books remain still as though standing in a posture that is to be photographed. When the ornaments and things balance out the background, the foreground ensembles a focal point of action to excite the mind and eyes. The chosen items prove to create a narrative of the artist, poet, and writers sense of life amongst the painted setting.

The World is not for Sale.

The world is evolving drastically, in population, time, consumption, production, economically and spiritually. Focusing in on the ideologies concerning the world and the wars we fight allows us to understand the deep complexities held in the hands of planet earth. For a decade now we have faced globalization in the spread of information, products, services, and capital. Driving into the future we find the difficulties in sustaining our planet, our childrens planet, and the next generation. To imagine a world free of important resources is widely accepted as impossible; well as we think in the west, but the east is becoming so overpopulated that their own grandparents have barely survived off their lands of habitation. Beginning to divide and conquer kingdoms has resultingly destroyed current theories around the world and its operative functions. In a war of many ideals possesses leaders who actively control the overall system of globalization which persistently state, "The World is not for Sale"

The source.

"Pre-existence, post-eternity" - Dan Zybala

The fields of wheat waited for the time, the time when the earth began to shed the skin of any colour. All races anticipated equality but now as equal as it is, competition occurs. It still doesn't matter if we're rich or poor, the eyes of unity accept all the souls of heaven. With leaders growing old, new babies arrive, young get old, and some elderly die young. The existence of all awaits the dawning of a new age in any form, whether technology controls, resources get expensive or inidividuals get ordained, the future holds in store many issues, ideas, and intuitions. To begin again will never imagine the theories masters once created now facing rejuvenation and needs of revolution. In a world of precise harmony stands a God, a God worth absolute control with no flaw in its plan. As the world revolves around the sun, the heavens revolve around them both, blinking in hopes of perfecting another possiblity. "To experience the soul, the lights of power must politically divide the waters." - Saddis Hoping for the continuation of our world sits a man on a rock, writing the gifts of God in a silent place where no one views the root of all sage. In a question of who we learn and speak shows the parallel universe of God and God, eye and eye, blow and blow and forever, forever, reigning in the water of creation. Never again did the world rise because the sun proved the law of god.

Excert from one of my short stories.

"The height on the perception,lowered the thoughts of the mind, both intersecting at unknown points of experience." -Dan Zybala

Complacency showed the look on his face, the situation was limitless in disguise. Awaiting an output of release he nudged his friend who stared into the eyes. The action of the author sat back and watched with disgust. This had never happened before as the two pressed up against the wall chattering quickly in a pile of records. As I looked back I realized the moments were stretching thin and soon I'd be silent on the early morning streets. Seeing others helped me feel somewhat hesitant on the way my thoughts were going in a cluttered state of nothingness. Again and again the memories became pointless as I reached for my water. At this point I hadn't said a word for hours, I was slowly losing my mind. At the back of the party I noticed the actions of all beings who at one point noticed me as well. In a flurry of colours, lights,and patterns the ambient atmosphere triggered by extra-sensory perceptions playing games on my central nervous system and its adaptation of mouth to speech existed in a shadow of unattainable rhythms skipping a beat of voice obstruction. Although the night was still young so was teh design of my mental intuitiveness as I stepped across the line on a path of abnormal existence.

Palm Energy

"There was always light, it existed before the heavens called its name" - Dan Zybala

Connecting forces of energy from the light of all translation periodically defies our perception of the way we feel, look, and experience the world around us. Similar to the life of our sensory abstractions the ultimate reality lays adjacent to the thoughts on the representation we find in the light of our universe. As the future holds in store more and more energy the forces of nature explore a result of periodic de-generate electrons, protons and neurons. The classification of many elements divide the relationship between fact, illusion, science, and creativity. The realization is that nuclear fission defines all scientific laws in a collaboration of kinetic energy between the forces of connection therefore proving the circular sun is in fact a square or triangle dependent on the fuse. To experience one idea of universal existence we must understand the laws of creatition by pin-pointing the click of a clock or even a plug of a source, both allowing the time lapse of worldly systems in the progression of advancement through the solar system.