How do you express to the world: I have lived? The intricacies of your unique cognition, all the mysteries of your mind that even you haven’t been able to discern? How do you leave a hint of that behind? I suppose we leave it in each other, the effects we have on those close to us, what we pass on to our children.
Fire alarms in the middle of the night in hotels are so strangely wonderful. To see everyone milling around in the parking lot in a fog of annoyance and curiosity: families with young tired kids, dudes in boxers and bare feet, women in night gowns. Everyone just exhausted and human, without their usual artifice and control, sympathetic to each other’s plight. The great equalizer.
How many people will help how many others to no fanfare? What’s the next step, the next insight? No, that’s not how it works, no direction from above… Chance. What will chance dictate to unfold next? And will it be progress, insofar as such a thing can be said to exist? For there to be progress, there must be a goal, and the universe most likely does not have goals. Shit, back to square one. To resign to the unknown…
There’s so much we can’t see because of the nature of life itself. We live on this ball of life and activity. Maybe it’s best we can’t see the universe for what it really is: random. There’s no reason, none but what we make. Welcome to the tyranny of consciousness.