Where do we draw the line?
Doesn’t one make the other better…and worse,
More or less
Who stays? Why stay?
Stay or go
Both are paths that lead…
Lead to what?
No one really knows,
Hence the conundrum
Searching, searching, my brain is scanning for the primer word. . . …
Is someone lost if a search is not taking place?
If they are searching are they truly lost?
Do I think these questions of questions, and rearrangement of letters in sentences means anything?
Do sentences have any meaning alone?
Or do they only mean what we understand them to mean?
Do our perceptions, our understanding, our cultural heritage
mitigate what we read, understand and say?
Are we just searching for someone or something to understand us, to get us? There is something to human interaction and the moment a connection is made; it is felt. We all long to be included and understood.
We want to know we are not alone
and we stumble upon
who feels the same about ideas as we do
we feel a connection.
She steps forward unaware.
Unaware of so much
Everything is beyond the scope of awareness,
except for the small sliver of life she is focused on.
Truth and life.
It’s meaning or lack there of,
This does not preoccupy her mind.
The biological needs are what consume her
One moment passes into oblivion
While another is permanently imprinted in our mind
As permanently as life remains
Day after day
We progress toward our demise
Life is fleeting and at times unending
Do we ever truly appreciate, in the moment, that precious moment
Or are we living to remember?
Is life meant to be remembered?
Is nostalgia an evolutionary balm to ease the decline into permanent
I take a sip of coffee and place the mug down.
Staring at the layer of liquid sitting in my cup I start to think of all that has taken place in order for me to be sitting here staring at this viscous liquid agent.
All of human history, all of all history, all of all existence has happened and lead to this moment.
All over the earth, people are living and dying, some at a slower or quicker rate than others.
Whatever we are doing, we are doing it due in part to what has preceded us, for good or ill, we sit in a history we can not escape and a future that won’t halt.
Time does not wait
Time is the sum of what we have been and
the hope of what we can be
before time passes us by and leaves us from whence we came.
Everything in moderation
Moderation in moderation
Moderation for one is excess for another
Moderation for another is excessive constraint for one
Moderation in excess, is still excess . . .
Is moderation an unattainable for some?
Moderation is meaningless in an all or nothing situation.
From birth we test our boundaries.
A life of moderation is a life of boundaries untested.
Moderation is a word of relativity.
We all have to figure out its true meaning for our own lives.
One and the same.
50 minutes remain in an arbitrary distinction we have all agreed to, which is the end of one calendar day.
My life is not just a sum of minutes.
My life is not just a sum of experiences
My life is not so many things
My life is not yet explained
Not yet understood
My life is not over, not yet
My life is not my own
Life is shared
Existence is shared
If existence is not shared, it is nothing.
Nothing is solitary existence.
God is the expression of the absence of nothingness.
God is, whether real or imagined, is, A reason to be.
I desire existence without explanation…
yet understanding is where I find meaning.
Do I try to understand so as to provide a juxtaposition for the existence I yearn for? True existence is without meaning, understanding or explanation.
Meaning, understanding and explanation are only my attempt to hold onto and contain the true existence that was and will be and is.
To exist, to be, is not passive
Pure existence is true action.
Everything else is window dressings, …?
Getting lost in my own mind is.
I am existence…
Animate or inanimate. . .
Life is or is not. . .
What provides the difference between rock and leaf?
God is an answer, to the unsolved problem
There is a difference or so we think between a corpse and a being.
Is existence different from life?
Life is not being? A corpse exists, doesn’t it?
A corpse is like a chair or a rock, it exists but it does not live.
Yet we differentiate between a being and a rock.
A being is, a rock is, as well.
Yet we draw a line.
What ceases to exist when I perish?
Death comes to me, yet I remain.
My remains point to my existence.
Does why matter?
Life is meant to be lived
Life is destined for cessation.
Do what you want to do,
Be who you want to be
You are who. . . you are?
When we are stripped of all we are, who are we?
Being is awareness, no
Fulfillment is awareness
Contrast is meaning.
Absence is. . . negation proves presence
All I know, is that I know, I know not at all