do you ever get the feeling that you are on the verge of an epiphany, or on the verge of a bunch of epiphanies?
sometimes i look at the world around us and i think, ‘ok, now its suddenly going to become clearer, the veil is going to be lifted.’
and occasionally it is. but for a second, almost never more.
cos i know, intellectually, that everything that we see has a significance that is beyond us and yet contributed to by us. we’re clueless and omniscient at the same time.
and, no, i’m not on drugs. and yes, my cat’s breath smells like cat food.
but the significance of all that we see and experience has to be something other than what we commonly perceive it to be. and by ‘has to’ i mean that the observable variables that contribute to even the most mundane aspects of existence are myriad beyond our understanding. so, logically, there have to be levels that are beyond our pedestrian understanding. right?
maybe it has something to do with flexibility and ambiguity and non-specific definitions. or not. maybe the truth is like a steel box. but i don’t think so.
i think it’s like a cell. kind of fluid and flexible and eternal and temporal at the same time.
to an extent.
i’ll shut up now.
moby