Existential Numeralia

We‘ve seen the edges where we lie, somewhere beyond this cascade of thoughts that emerge and die. We are an Even-flow of disaster and creation, intermingled with the cataclysm of elements; life’s gyration. What’s interesting is attempting to receive the answer at the end of the line, but that end isn’t dictated and bound within the confines of time. In a place where knowledge and information is ever present, it’s actually emotion and feelings here that are this space’s most important and pleasant. For the closer you get to knowing it all, the further you get from experiencing the nuances of every rise and fall. We seem to “know“ only as much as we can grasp. Once more has been presented to our reality, of which we knew it’s exceptions and limitations, then such states of being and perception, will have come to pass. So is this such a quest that ever sees an end? Is it something that comes to some grand answer, where the surprise is just around the bend? Or are we in a constant state of getting to where we set out at the beginning of our journey’s start, only to be so changed that we aren’t even the same person to which the knowledge would have the same desired impact to impart? But that’s the point isn’t it; to be in an infinite universe, a game that once you get to the end it starts anew?!? That’s true inmortality right? A plot-line that can’t be memorized, therefore a ”final end” couldn’t be more untrue. So let’s continue on, putting less emphasis on trying to get to the final cause and answer. Let’s try to find the feelings, the emotion, the very center and be ourselves; the cosmic dancer. For what does the universe that knows every last twist and turn crave most of all? But being able to take a break from the all knowing, and experience individual sensation; each special note‘s call. We are blind enough to think the reality would stay the same. But just as you can only look at the memories of yourself as a child through the eyes of the adult you are now; almost as if seeing a different person; untamed. A far greater disparity shall occur with your infinitely wise self that you are to become. As it can only look back and quizzically examine and admire the naive, emotional, yet passionate, plot-line’s our limited 3-dimensional selves once spun. And so it will be, and so it has been, and so it always is set to start and conclude with sincerity. Only to be reignited and set a flame, like kindling to burn: chaotically, tragically, and beautifully as our combined masterpiece; our multifaceted singularity.