Solar Garden---For the Wild Hearts & Ravenous Explorers.
At the heart of the ethos, Solar Garden aims to cultivate new species and formulas of growth within each of our external and internal worlds we live by; to refine and exert checks and balances within existing ecosystems that are in stagnation; to look into interdisciplinary approaches; to look at it not as the eco-system but the eco-garden.
It is a concept intended to engage/prompt catalysts to people to dive into deep exploration and play-styled learning along with developing super-perspectives and empathy, as those are the benefactors of erudition.
Ruminating somewhere in the fueling agglomeration of a radical naturalist movement and frontier research/study on actualizing infinity and harnessing tumult consciousness—a collective that churned, gives way to adopting a concept that we are just plants making up a celestial garden planted by higher dimensional diasporic beings rooted from the 'big bang' aka the seed.
We are just atoms of an imperceptibly large 'plant' in an imperceptibly larger 'garden.'
Even in the infinitesimally small details, Solar Garden fruits light; finding runts and second hands (which in an uncategorical, unconditioned sense provides experience and wisdom to the relatively 'unconscious' piece) instead of constructing a copy and paste landfill that we could call clones.
Trees:
I feel as though if one were to seek, personally, to work or tinker with the beauty of the world and their own reality, we are all fundamentally and biologically destined to go to the woods and source the vessels from the vegetation of eternal power, child-like wonder/alacrity, selflessness, and holistic influence; to face the bark of a tree and see the parallax and otherworldly data—and from nature’s organic holistic catering— translated into personalized inspiration for mending, creating, etc. down into the infinitesimal degree. The trees excrete pheromones and they become beacons to our subconscious; their gushing iridescence draws us towards for a better glance at the mystical art these wise behemoths inscribe, and, with their magnetized tethering fractal boughs they begin dividing down into neural network-sized branches and begin docking into the human cranium for longevity of a stable heightened wavelength. Without this divine ecstasy of omni-worldly sewing and neural copulation, and instead, the disbandment from the eternal mind of the universe, we become ferals, outcasts from the infinite wholly and ecstatic knowledge of vast potentiality. We become suffocating, swirling and ruminating truffles dwelling and tautologically circulating in darkness to be destined as pent up, soon-to-be riled, and untamed egos. We become bottlenecked, having no higher dimension to fuel to our suppliant intellect. Having no opulent and spiritual facility of correction and truth-giving. We pave murky routes for delusion and assumption. We don't acknowledge the plentiful and forever-giving firmaments. I believe we must recess from the boxes of modernity.. One too many maneuvering through a doldrumness and figmented bubbly tip-of-the-iceberg world, with a certain melancholy that they can't describe. most react in ways such as medicating the area of their brain that is desperate and suffering for a true breath of fresh air, only to keep a stagnant threshold of delusional contentment and security... We havent evolved to pass the need for nature’s nourishment. Shouldn't we look towards sentient greenery as a source of healing? Have we forgotten that we are a part of nature? That we are mere fungal extrusions from the earthly network? Our brains strive for another chance to bask in their essence, yet, we get the message lost in translation with the ambient almost-inextricable (!): what has been taught to us throughout the myriad perceivable and subliminal conditioning.