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“The universe is no narrow thing and the order within it is not constrained by any latitude in its conception to repeat what exists in one part in any other part. Even in this world more things exist without our knowledge than with it and the order in creation which you see is that which you have put there, like a string in a maze, so that you shall not lose your way.” Blood Meridian, Cormac McCarthy
This quote puts words to a feeling I've had for some time. Existence is chaos, formless, eternal, incoherent to anything within it to a large degree, random and unpredictable. By definition it's the greatest adventure, and the most terrible nightmare, the ultimate bore and the finest novelty, because all of them take place within it, there's nowhere else for this shit to happen, because then it would be a part of existence, regardless of dimension or vibration. Order exists within it, and Chaos is it, so where does that leave us?
Spiders, spinning fragile webs of delusion, priests building dead stone temples of morality that weather from the winds of time and are smashed by barbarians. It's mad and pathetic, but noble in a sense that most of us can't do any better.
Pay mind to how you see the world, know that you've constructed that perspective, and that you're responsible for whatever you believe, there is always choice, and you're always participating in reality whether you like it or not.
This quote puts words to a feeling I've had for some time. Existence is chaos, formless, eternal, incoherent to anything within it to a large degree, random and unpredictable. By definition it's the greatest adventure, and the most terrible nightmare, the ultimate bore and the finest novelty, because all of them take place within it, there's nowhere else for this shit to happen, because then it would be a part of existence, regardless of dimension or vibration. Order exists within it, and Chaos is it, so where does that leave us?
Spiders, spinning fragile webs of delusion, priests building dead stone temples of morality that weather from the winds of time and are smashed by barbarians. It's mad and pathetic, but noble in a sense that most of us can't do any better.
Pay mind to how you see the world, know that you've constructed that perspective, and that you're responsible for whatever you believe, there is always choice, and you're always participating in reality whether you like it or not.