What if you unearthed that the puppet master was just an entanglement of am amalgamation of other puppets?
Interconnectedness is paramount to who we are, to life itself
To get loose and scurry to cut the strings is not to get free, to get free is to love the strings you borrow
I have the eye’s of god
Both you and me
Our eyes are blind
But through god we see
I see myself run after myself in a torment of circular motion
Chasing my own tail
In the rear window of the doorways to my soul
Catch that which cannot be caught
Turn towards your own self, and find that which does not turn
What mast can I cast a rope towards
to open the sails in a windless transparent temporary sea?
To what dock can I pause and secure a ship that is in the middle of the ocean?
What foundation can I lay foot on when everything in existence is shimmering beneath me?
Where am I when there are no thoughts?
Who am “I” when “I” am extinguished by the waters of the order and chaos dynamic dualistic flow
How can we comprehend the incomprehensible?
What if I gazed into infinity with a microscope and saw the back of my scalp?
The true artist of life does not paint pictures, the true artists lends themselves to be and become
a paintbrush in the mysterious hand
of life to be God’s pioneer
We contemplate the Great Mystery and at the same time find the Great Mystery contemplating us.