
How could the cosmos itself come into Being, without that child under that tree wandering about its meaning?
(Why am I thirsty?)
Drink from the river.
The world is One.
There is nothing to explain but yourself…

How could the cosmos itself come into Being, without that child under that tree wandering about its meaning?
(Why am I thirsty?)
Drink from the river.
The world is One.
There is nothing to explain but yourself…

It exists.
We exist.
I exist.
The greatest miracle and mystery of them all.
What is existence? What does it mean to Be?
I am me.
And yet, what does that mean?
I am afraid it means nothing.
So I try to find out answers.
To questions that exist only in the heart of the night wind.
Oh, I wish I was more brave.
Brave enough to see that the vast sea looks up to Me…
~ Part of Harmonia Philosophica network