Quiet Noise

Nothing has been written for a long time now. A lull caused by a
content mind. Little details of life at work, deadlines, and social
obligations. There are always things to write about, not all of them
interesting. Every blog begins with a single word, to bastardize an
old Chinese saying. As the days shorten, the air clears, the trees are
stripped, and the land is cleansed by the arctic air, minds are muted
by nonsense. Even if one does think about what is instinctive and what
has been fed, the distinction is usually lost with time. Everything
is a trivial pursuit.

No one thing is more important than the other. Except survival; or
life, whatever you choose to call it. It is the only imperative. Or is
it really?. It probably is. Because it is the beginning and the end of
everything that exists. How do you know the universe (for lack of a
better word) exists outside of your mind? The entire universe,
everything that is seen, thought, felt, scratched, hurt, loved, and
tasted; everything that is ever dreamt, hoped, spat, chewed; everyone
and everything. Its all in your head. How do I know others exist? Is
there really a distinction between dreams and reality? Sounds we make,
thats all they are. We are not even sure if others read it the same
way that we do. Who are these others? Are they different from the
people in my head? Do they see what I see, hear what I hear? Perceive
time like I do? What cause the illusion of time? Why do clocks show
time passing at the same rate all the time, all the time? How do we
know time flows evenly?

I am the necessary and sufficient. For the entire universe. There was
nothing before, and after me there shall be nothing. Its a trip
though. I'll just sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. Wake me up when
we get there.

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