Does a sand grain even know he’s in a storm?
soooo much of this life is about reaction to things.
I didn’t see things this way when I was young. I used to be confident.
I used to think that I understand things, and know the twists and turns ahead.
those days, I was geeking off to particle physics and history.
these are the interests of a man who knows things.
i had a tragectory.
i had a path laid out.
but here is a geeky piece of analogy.
life is like the random metastate of particles. we can predict they will go in a certain place, or occupy a certain position within a degree of probability that is high or low. but particles tend to get away from our ken, when we reach the individual level and not the trillion upon trillion possible ones.
so is the so called trajectory.
here what we expect completely gets overturned and the destination we reach and the stations on the way are way off the tracks.
so much craziness in this world, so moch irrationality, spontaneity and sheer calamity transpire that i just gave up on expecting things.
i hope for things, I wish for things.
I dream of outcomes, that are good,
I yearn for turnarounds and reconstruction.
but, i know that there is a wall, massive and impassable between the reality as it is, and the reality that we want.
but this may also be good. so much of our fears have not come to be. so many fantastic things occured.
and so we live on..
if tomorrow the pink flamingos rise and conquer us, will it be so strange?
if tomorrow politicians discover that they have a heart, could it be true?
we can only live in this massive, infinite storm, living as particles, interacting with each other. occsdionaly entangling.
and hope that some day , someone who is kind, will make sense of all of this for us, in an easy dumbed-down hiku.