The Universe’s Muse

I once heard someone say that the human experience is the universe experiencing itself through one unique individual perspective. A way for the universe to know itself. The eyes are the window to the soul. We are spiritual beings, having a human experience. Each of us are perfectly made in this cosmic vision, a work of art; not one person is the same and there will never be another you. Made up of stardust. You are the apple of its eye, the universe’s muse. You are the cosmos.

Life itself is like a play, a game, a movie. We each have a narrative we play over and over again. You are the director, the star of the show, the center of the universe, and the audience all at once.

“In the end we’ll all become stories (Margaret Atwood).”

The story we tell and the role we play is up to us. The tragedy in this life is forgetting who we are and what we come from.

Throughout time, music is the intricate inexplicable medium that colors and records these stories, feelings, and becomes the soundtracks to our lives. It weaves the web of time. Through generations, eras, chapters of history and the human existence. It is profound to say the least. It is this music that we express our emotions through and share the good, bad, ugly, beautiful moments of this thing called life. These songs that we connect to. That make us feel like the main character in our own lives. Music is best felt and connects us all through heart, soul, and the human condition.

My father is an artist. He passed this gift down to me. When I was a little girl he told me that in order for something to be art, it has to make you feel something. That’s stuck with me my whole life. Even if you feel disgust, hatred, sadness. Art is the mirror of our own reflections. Evoking and creating feeling is the artists’ one true job.

If this is the case, each of our stories is a work of art. Us and the lives we lead, the stories we tell, and all of the aliveness we feel from beginning to end is all one beautiful masterpiece. And the music we listen to is the soundtrack to our human experience. This is our cosmic connection.

So with that being said, this is the soundtrack to my life.

I am living the poetry I can not write.

I am my own self fulfilling prophecy.

Hello, I’m Iz Divine.

Welcome to my little universe.

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