Pick up your feelings...

There are only patterns, patterns on top of patterns, patterns that affect other patterns. Patterns hidden by patterns. Patterns within patterns. If you read closely, my life does nothing but repeat itself. What I used to call chaos is just patterns I haven't yet recognized. What I see as random is just patterns I can't decipher. What I can't understand, I call nonsense. What I can't read, I call gibberish. There is no free will. There are no variables.

We are the inheritors of a wonderful world, a beautiful world, full of life and mystery, goodness and pain. But likewise we are the children of an indifferent universe. We break our own hearts imposing our moral order on what is, by nature, a wide web of disarray. To straddle that fundamental duality is to be balanced: to have one foot firmly planted in order and security, and the other in chaos, possibility, growth and adventure. When life suddenly reveals itself as intense, gripping and meaningful; when time passes and you're so engrossed in what you're doing you don't notice, it is there and then that you are located precisely where you are meant to be.