Life has just begun.
This is how everyday feels like. While it’s not really that way, it’s also not the other way around. This sort of subjectivity drives me crazy, as anyone, literally, can say the most idiotic thing, and be right, just as much as the exact opposite commentary would have a solid backing from yet another brigade of fools. Either way, we are cooked.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m a fool too. I’m just one of those guys at the edge of either side of the argument. You mention one. I’m there. Or rather at the opposite end. Whatever seems to you more pretentious. Whatever seems to you that emphasizes how lame of a dude I am. Well, I can handle that truth. I’m there.
But that dude out there at the edge generating that sort of disgust or attraction is just a mere illusion, volatile and drifty, that will scape towards a yet another place in just about a inifinite mariad of ideals, places, arguments, wills, dreams, subjects, areas, drills, tasks,…
So don’t bother to love/hate. Unless it drives you to places where you, beneath all these masks, evolve towards the essence of your true self. That’s really the only destination worth exploring ethernally. It’s about the only thing that we need to explore out there: our inner-self. That ambiguous thing made up of all those cells, organs, and their interaction within its own biological infrastructurecture, or rather in the complex relationships that we, and they, have with the surrounding cells and species.
Together we form this living moment in constant transformation. It’s the only thing certain for all, and the only thing that should be relevant to our dayly struggle to keep going. How do we make ourselves useful to the emergent path of our holistic emergent ecosystem. The equilibrium, stress and entrophy of our recurrent states of stillness and movement, of day and night, sleep and awareness, unconcious and self, here, present, and willing to Bé.