Existence is infinite and mysterious

You are small and finite

 

You are merely that which you know

What you call you — is merely the common denominator in all the stories you collected over your lifetime

 

And those stories are countable,

And so are you

While the rest is infinite

Immeasurable

 

Comparing this mite with this infinite is of course quite pitiful

The little that you know, the little that you are — can only take on so much more new, so much more unknown, so much more complexity

before being utterly overwhelmed

 

…Of course we still do,

Known has once been unknown

We’re made of known which has previously been unknown

And that known that we are meets more unknown, which then becomes the new known,

As we forget the old known

 

So it is not about resisting this process,

It is merely about putting things in perspective

 

The mistake we make is gazing into this infinity,

and pretending we could ever somehow encompass it

Fuck no

It’s like being cast into the cosmos

 

The complexity grows exponentially

You looking a little bit forth into unknown — can still conceive of some FRAGMENT of the tree of possibilities

But going up a few more branches, as they continue branching and branching out — the complexity explodes

Obviously you’re utterly unfit to control it,

to even conceive of it

 

you

are naked

humbled and naked

 

Indeed,

nakedness is the attitude to take, before the vastness of existence

before the mystery of existence

 

Resisting the unknown is resisting life

Which is death

If you’re interested in actually living — you can’t resist the unknown

You must embrace it

Let it happen to you

And take you

 

But trying to conquer the unknown is as foolish

Again: this is utter infinity we’re talking about here

One more step and you fall into the chasm

 

The latter we often do

With all our great opinions and plans and ideas

When we’re intimately familiar with something — there’s a chance we actually have something meaningful to say about it

When we’re quite familiar and experienced with something — there’s still a chance we sometimes speak something other than nonsense

Then beyond that — we’re only ever NOT wrong when we’re lucky

That’s how profoundly complex reality is, existence is

 

Be naked instead

Look both back and forth,

and then remind yourself of being a baby

and realise that not much has actually changed

 

…no matter how boring you made this life of yours,

how tangled it became,

how much you think you’ve seen,

The reality is, you’re still a naked baby,

You have no fucking clue about shit, just like a baby. The world is still infinitely complex, vs the pathetic little that you’ve learned

And whatever is so boring about your life is just an illusion,

The couple dozen square meters that you’ve constrained yourself to,

vs half a billion just on earth

and of course, all the routines and habits and arrangements,

so pitifully fragile,

the pains we take to maintain the status quo,

vs the absolute chaos which is the default

 

Naked indeed,

Is how you should see yourself,

And then perhaps,

you won’t DISTORT the reality of existence, before you

You will be able to embrace it

Respond to it

Ride it like a wave

 

Naked indeed,

There’s no other way to make sense

of both the abject hopelessness and pain,

and utmost glory and bliss,

I see no contradiction

Only unknown

And an attitude of excited anticipation

And trust in one’s ability to respond

 

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Addendum, more practical… actually just as abstract:

 

…naked indeed,

As you look forth into the future,

Either with delusions of control,

Or fear over the immensity of unknown,

All but you have to do is remember: you’re NAKED indeed,

You’ll react as it arrives

And as it does — you won’t turn away, you’ll embrace it

NOR will you try to rush it, IMPOSE your will on the unknown

It will happen anyway. You can’t escape it

 

can you see?

Unknown of course contains both all that you think you want — and all that you think you despise

In fearing all that which you think shall harm you, you fear ALL unknown period

But in craving all that which you don’t yet have, therefore which only unknown can bring, tomorrow can bring — you RUSH the unknown

You try to somehow neatly incorporate it into your little comfort zone

And of course you fail

And as you do — when the real opportunity happens, you don’t even see it

 

Unknown shall happen

And bring much that you desire and much more that you don’t yet know you desire

And much more that you don’t yet know you despise

And it shall happen

 

And if you’re open and watchful — you shall know how to react

You shall be able to appreciate those gifts and make them your own

And you shall be able to heed the danger and weather the storm

 

And if you fail,

Good fortune will elude you, you’ll fail to appreciate it, you’ll reject it

You’ll hide in your shell of known,

And then it will crack eventually anyway, because the unknown is overwhelming

 

Be naked instead

Embrace the unimaginable

Unimaginable good fortune, which obviously exists. There exist people who do quite fucking well

AND unimaginable turmoil — which is the utterly unstoppable train of impermanence and decay,

The DEATH

The death ,which comes suddenly,

And the death, which creeps

Which every day threatens to make you a little bit less fit, less apt, less healthy, less strong, less energised,

And eventually saps you entire and puts you to the ground,

It’s gonna happen

Immense good fortune, and immense bad fortune, and eventual death

 

So embrace it

Get rid of all those nonsense convictions and preconceptions you accumulated over your lifetime

Every day be ready to EMBRACE THE NEW, not cry over the boring dead past, the boring dead known

GAZE into the UNKNOWN — the little of it that is ever even visible to you — and tell yourself:

“I WANT THAT. Let’s fucking do this”

and tell yourself,

“I am NAKED. I’m ready to meet the NEW. AND meet at ANEW”

 

…of course don’t throw the baby out with the bathwater,

You’re open – not stupid,

Be ready to abandon it all,

But PERHAPS you don’t have to

Perhaps this journey still involves you taking with you your favourite tools

PERHAPS it doesn’t

Perhaps it does

Perhaps this journey is only when you fully take advantage of them

But perhaps this journey is when you discard them altogether

What matters is that you’re willing to make that DECISION anew

And the new happens — the old is reassessed

 

But if you cling to the known — the unknown can not be

Not even the unknown of your dreams, all that you professed you wanted

You’re so busy with your greedy little mental and physical items — you don’t even see anything new,

Until it inevitably obliterates you anyway