‘Life is a series of natural and spontaneous changes. Don’t resist them – that only creates sorrow. Let reality be reality. Let things flow naturally forward in whatever way they like.’ — Lao Tzu

Flow. To be. Like water. No strong suggestions here. No advice or instruction. Aspiration, perhaps. Observation. Intention.

The shared trait of Human Be-Ingness. What could it possibly signify or amount to? If anything. A god creates creatures to worship him. The universe evolves consciousness to contemplate its own existence. We are all part of this, somehow. All with our own stories to live, paths to follow, choices to consider. Judgement proves easy to pass, difficult to ignore. No matter. The only truly significant thing is to know what the significant things might be. And how one comes to elect their importance. As the man said, ‘The unexamined life is not worth living.’

Some chase dollars, others dreams and ideas. Sunsets, even. Some live in houses, in cities, have babies and dogs. Others change location with frequency, drift, dwell in open spaces, struggle with creating lasting connections. No matter. Existence is both ephemeral and eternal. Or so it would seem. Everything in motion. From the molecular to the massive. Flux. The splendor of entropy. Beauty in dirt.

We’re all in/on this thing together. Spinning in circles, rotating through elliptical seasons. Propelling along, forward in time. No stopping. Traveling, as it were. Quite possibly aimlessly. So many potential theories of meaning. Explanations of purpose. Attempts at understanding.

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