Things are rarely black or white

They are mostly formed in varying shades of colour

Nothing solid holds up to inspection by a powerful microscope

Instead, the closer we look, the more layers fall away

Our eyes drawn further into the abyss

Where nothing exists, quite like we thought it should

Beliefs topple like bowling pins, attacked from all sides with opinion

We lose dominion over our own point of view as it blends into the curvature of a world which is constantly turning

Constantly introducing us to another glimpse of the moon that in itself is perpetually spinning too

And a sun that plays peek-a-boo with the horizon

On a daily basis

This that makes me healthy today

Kills me tomorrow

Or so “they” say

I laugh, cling to nothing, and throw myself into space

*The answer to what is real, what is direction, what is rule, insurrection, rebellion, power, momentum

Is to realise that we are fleeting beings adrift on a spinning orb in the middle of a vast universe

We know less now than the ancients who built the pyramids, each year we become dumber as we run, chasing our intellect down holes that lead nowhere

When I am presented with yet another piece of evidence that proves that what I believed yesterday is

In fact

Incorrect

There is no out that makes more sense to me than laughter

Lightness

Grace

We really just can’t take this divergent world or any of the humans on it seriously

Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was myself. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.

Zhuangzi, The Butterfly as Companion: Meditations on the First Three Chapters of the Chuang-Tzu

Did the butterflies wings cause the weather, or did the beetle far beneath, did God roll the dice yet again.

It’s all just chaos theory before coffee, and perhaps even after that. But for awhile, I will place hands on the surface of my tiny corner of the world, and iron it down flat.

Good morning! Have a lovely day, don’t take anything seriously, unless you really want to.