I have SO much to tell, but I don’t know where to start.

I am seeing SO much right now, in the last weeks, but there’s no way to describe it.

Everything is changing, and stuff gets simpler all the time.

Simpler, simpler.

More direct.

More As Is.

I like simplicity and always have.

For me, it comes with an underlying sense of okayness and sweet inevitability.

At this moment in my life, I have no capacity or interest to believe in things, especially new things, but also many old things.

Almost nothing makes sense.

It’s like everything started to crumble, all security, all sanity, even.

The conceptual world is falling apart.

Making everything simpler.

Of course, this is not a deliberate choice.

I didn’t set out to be a person without a clue, and still feel okay.

But that is what’s happening.

I see, I deeply, deeply see, that this is what is.

This.

Despite ALL its perceived shades and complexities.

It’s still one happening, one non-stop creation, one enormous, endless evolution that allows for endless dividing.

What makes it so difficult and painful for us, is the countless ways we can develop to try and understand it, control it, change it, suppress it, grasp it, and make it ours.

What makes it almost unbearable is the raw notion that most of our dreams and hopes and expectations and ambitions are never met, no matter how hard we try.

Being human is like being part of an experiment with no other goal than creation itself.

Sometimes it can feel like we’re starting to get it, like we really have some influence, like there are human laws of success and equality and linearity and logic that we simply have to discover and use.

Sometimes it really looks that way.

Yet most of the time we’re just fucking lost, trying to hold on to a bunch of old ideas we’ve adopted as the truth.

It’s crazily complex.

Until simplicity strikes.

And somehow it becomes possible to live with all that perceived complexity and confusion, but no longer be totally consumed by it.

This seems to be my life right now.

Recognizing the borderless, boundless, limitless unfolding of countless events AND realizing that it’s still one thing.

That one thing is life.

That one thing is consciousness (I just really like that word) pretending to be a universe with people looking for better Wi-Fi, success, a sandwich, or a bomb shelter.

That mysterious one thing is this moment that seemingly becomes many old moments, but is still now, always, and will be that forever.

The complexity is in the mind, only there, in that non-existent creative promotor of ideas and storylines and desires that forms our individual worlds.

The complexity is within the simplicity.

And you can get a feel for the simplicity, while the complexity is still playing out.

You can feel the simplicity OF the complexity.

You see?

I told you in the beginning that I can’t describe it.

It’s just too simple.

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