Seeing through the mist.
Adapting.
Listening through the speechless forest trees.
Feeling the cosmos. Being in sync with existence.
Alive. Walking.
How can Earth not move under your feet?
Video games. Zoom meetings. Seeing so many things. But not seeing that the light cannot be reflected on the bright screen.
Shhh…
The stars cannot see you now…
What a strange world.
Humans dying.
Humans playing.
Bees playing as well.
Humans being born.
A child laughing.
An old man crying.
Does the bumble bee feel sorrow when it does die?
What is it so special about play that makes us smile inside the void of existence? Meaningless things. In a meaningless world. Indicating that there is something meaningful. But somehow far away from where we look.
Dad!
The ball!
Meaningless death.
Meaningful death.
The greatest assumption of them all: Meaning itself.
Look at yourself in the mirror crying…
And the abyss will go away…
Stop crying…
And from your tears…
A new river will start flowing the next day…
