To be fascinated by an interest, relinquished of thoughts that would otherwise constraint or restrict. Restricting emotions of conformity and wander lust. To wander in awe of what is. It’s a spectacle.
Roam, run and run some more, like there’s no tomorrow. Live in the very thought, the very second of your life or creation. Let it glide with the wind. Let the thought be confounded and exposed. Let the contrast break the conformity.
It’s majestic, but more importantly, let it bear the thought of fascination.