coils itself and swallows its own tail, joining beginning to end, closing a cycle that goes around a loop to find both closure and renewal. Over and over again, energy is expressed, becoming matter, becoming energy. This is the dance of Yin and Yang, where two, which are actually one and the same, in their spiraling, appear as a third, that is neither one nor the other, but a blend of the two, at times this, and at others that, as if shape-shifting between two lists of irreconcilable dichotomies...
So, and as would say my Piscean friend, a fish chases another, and in the process chases itself. The opposition is mere illusion, and as for the dichotomies, they're nothing more than the flip sides of a single coin.
Yet, I stand on my ground of solid forms, keenly aware that while a rock, or a shoe, if thrown at someone, will probably hurt more than sand, sand can be much more abrasive and intrusive on the long run -and if you don't believe me, try a little stroll through some arid stretch of desert. The physical world is adamant on being inflexible. It takes sides, and as long as we are in it, of it, with it, chances are will have very little choice in this matter. Choices shall be made, and opposition shall arise.
Hopefully, we'll grow in the process, learn some mind-blowing lesson of immense value, reach Siddhartha's enlightenment, rise above this all-encompassing sphere of illusions... or maybe not. At this point, and from my vintage point, I can only speculate.
Be well, and if you feel a bit lost, try to figure out which way is East.
Lost somewhere between East and West, North and South, I remain
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