On the Way

I laugh, worry, press, scheme, cry, give up, and struggle—focused on my “story”.
The wind blows. The world turns, and the sun emits myriad rays.

Everyone muddles through their lives—wrestling between belief and meaninglessness, life and death.
Bacteria, plants, animals, protozoa, and fungi all come into being and fade away without a second thought.

Empires rise and fall. Man kills man en masse in the name of creed, country, and consumption. Each time, a certainty of cause drives strife and sacrifice.
Mass extinctions occur. Meteor strikes and ice ages change the shape of the world and the life on it. The only traces—fossils and craters.

We produce, consume, and dominate. Reason shall bend nature to its will through science and progress!
As species go extinct, the biosphere adapts. Everything goes onward, no matter our intentions. All changes—only organizing principles remain constant.

So what is your “story”? There is only one—the Being of Becoming, an ongoing, splendorous festival of universal emergence.

Festival of universal emergence.