Still a bit of an edge in the air…
I am more happy than
I have felt in years…
But a little darkness
always has to creep in…
The wheel in the sky keeps on turning…
Sometimes
it rolls right over us…
For good or for bad
we get repeatedly crushed
into the dirt…
But keep getting back up…
I will continue
to keep getting back up…
Fall after fall…
Experience gained…
Knowledge acquired…
Wisdom earned…
Everything
must be assimilated and integrated…
Resistance is futile…
Growth will continue…
Approaching the event horizon…
Time slowing
the closer we get…
Time stretching…
Attenuating…
Crackling energy
like Tesla coil lightning
arcing…
Flashes in the darkness…
A crackling blue white light…
Sometimes an empty room
save for the observer…
Observing…
Sometimes a shared space
with participation and social interactions…
Sometimes the wheel
is bittersweet in its affect…
As if it knows your greatest weaknesses,
makes it personal,
rather than being totally blind chance…
What are the odds?
What are the probability permutation calculations?
Does every little thing have to have meaning?
I believe that it does,
but
some things do appear to be senseless…
Even if there is a pattern,
however,
correlation doesn’t always imply causation…
Allegedly, blind chance is a thing…
Yet another probability within the realm of possibility…
But it does exist in a matrix of very interconnected
ideas, events, consciousness, chaos, and laws…
Allegedly, entropy is a thing…
Everything tends towards disorder naturally…
Unless there is conscious will exerted…
Consciousness holds together perceived reality…
It’s the glue that holds it all together…
The unified field could be one giant mind…
Some field of energy encompassing everything
that is aware on some level
of itself…
Feeling, thinking, emoting,
exerting its will, on occasion…
Creating and destroying…
Existing…
Even wondering why it indeed does exist,
if it really exists at all…
Is it a projection of something else?
The illusion of something in bloom
that actually folds into itself
tighter and tighter,
smaller and smaller,
while what we see
appears to be constantly expanding
and accelerating…
Philosophy gets my mind off of cold, hard
real life problems…
Like dealing with emotions regarding loss…
Telling myself there is no use,
sometimes,
in asking why…
Just keep moving…
Keep on keepin’ on…
Keep pushing that boulder up that hill…
It’s great exercise…
No matter how many times
it rolls back down the hill…
Great for the arms, legs, back…
Unimaginable strength to be gained…
Nothing is really pointless
if you ascribe some meaning to it…
Imagination being subjective,
who’s to say
your ascription is incorrect?
Keep rolling that boulder
like some oversized dung beetle
doing its thing…
If you can’t find meaning,
you can create it…
There is always a way…
There is always a path...
And although that path may have a thousand branches
it will always lead you
home…
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