No Roadmap for Existence

The only pattern within chaos is its lack of pattern. The universe, existence and thus life is pure chaos. We try hard to build models of predictability within the minuscule time frames of our lives only to discover that constants were variables and what we assumed to be infinite or immortal was just our naïve selves seeking existential comfort. I have witnessed myself becoming significantly smarter, and significantly dumber. A considerable strength that I thought was granted eventually vanished, only to be replaced by pills and frequent visits to the doctor.

I am not disconcerted. Life is as I see it, it is the way I decide to see it. I do not cry for what I have lost, nor do I relish at the thought of what is to come.

Life lives through me, and not I through life.
No I, no my, not mine, no knower, just knowledge.
I am that.
Kodoish kodoish kodoish Adonai tsebayoth.
Har Om Tat Sat.


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