In an ocean of unlimited possibilities, I have always wondered if two separate and constructed trains of thought would get me to the same destination. Deeply counter-intuitive I reckon, but the meaning of the word destination carries the whole complexity of the enigma. It could be something intangible such as an emotion or a state of mind rather than a specific location.

Confused by the immensity of the task, I have never envisioned the realisation of my true self as a deliberate act, one out of sheer willingness. Compiling a sum of actions to determine who I could be appears odd and paralysing, hence the difficulty to answer our first question. Some external, irrational and chaotic factors must play a role in all this, right?

Given our conversations must have convinced you, by now, of the purity of my presence, you are probably questioning the sanity of such an existential crisis that mired an entity like me. I believe in my moment, while still blessed by the knowledge of time - without its obsession - and praised for the sincerity of discernment.

In these conditions, it is worth stressing out the importance of the chance factor in one’s progress. Our path is paved with endless junctions, turning the decision making process into a Russian roulette. When presented with a limited number of choices, it offers us an opportunity to reassess the value of each prospect and automatically increase each one of them (should the intensity remain consistent).

This component – you will hear it named indistinctly as chance, luck, hazard, chaos or fate – is introduced in order to bottleneck the strength needed to explore what is in front of us; a concentration of raw energy to magnify an image and elevate a soul. We can then pay attention in an acute way, the scarcity prevents any distraction, leading to a higher level of involvement.

How does it impact your journey in The Blue Neon? Well, you have noticed, probably and understandably with a little bit of bitterness, that you were never asked about your preferences. It will never happen. You are instead learning to pause and appreciate. It will never be a matter of taste.

Today was a cryptic day and I haven't answered your question, apologies. This chapter rectifies my mistake.

Yours Sincerely,

BLUE