Grand Design

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Doodling with matter

Creating something called life

Toying with death

Now the question: Standing, sitting. laying down?

How is it supposed to work?

 

Asleep and a Universe explodes

Awake and can't find matching socks in the hamper

 

Hungry when full, full when hungry

Tends to make an architech a bit addled... and yet?

Never, ever, confused.

 

I know and i understand!

Getting mired down in the layers that mean absolutely nothing in the grand scheme

And it does not matter when playing with a world so twined up with itself

so let it go, let it unfold, let it explode, or grow, or die; win, lose, succeed.

 

Enjoy and explore what only exists when the mind is free

Awake.

Asleep.

Alive or dead, it really does not matter as compared

to the stars, the galaxies, the trillions of forms of Life existing...

matter is just an illusion

to me.

 

 

 

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