I was sitting today and content but somewhat nervous.
Because there is not an answer to satisfy.
There is always something more....
We are not all the same.
And I know this blanket statement does not wrap up the package that is so hard to comprehend...
when trying to comprehend anything outside of one's own head.
There is something to be said about perspective.
There is something to be said about
..........."the politics of experience."
There is something to be said for the attempt to gain perspective and get outside of the mush inside one's own crooked skull....
Because, as I realised driving one day, with the end of the world looming...
in every car that passed me...
there is really nothing BUT this.
Because without this sharing and confusion and codependency and manipulation we are all trees falling alone.