.................................................... ...while you're busy
..................................................... ..making other plans."
...............................................................- John Lennon
There is one thing I know, and it is that things are beyond knowing. I can only start trying. All things are moving, fleeting, escaping, and I am just here, looking, observing, trying to hold in my mind's eye the fleeting moments, which, deep inside I want to be in: there, among the moving.
I want to move in beautiful conjunction with how-is-the-world. I want to move, and I want to be moved.
I believe in the pointlessness of understanding when one is in motion. I just want to be moved. I want to stop trying to understand.
But every movement, if from a resting beginning, is a disturbance. And the resting, if from movement, is also a disturbance.
There is a universe within me, and it is constantly rearranging itself. If I believe The Big Bang Theory, this universe is always moving. Moving, spreading itself to further infiniteness, moving away from, and thinning at the center. Soon enough, this universe within will tell me, and it will make me feel, "Ahh, yes. Here, at the core, you are empty."
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