Whatever model of reality I examine—eastern/western religion, science, philosophy—futility and abstraction seem to pop up more and more the deeper I go. (From my paltry understanding of physics, time is a construct and if you invoke cosmological instances where it doesn’t exist, the idea of causality falls apart as well, meaning that at the heart of existence, things may happen without a cause).
The only practical solution I’ve found to all this is to approach life as if it’s a deadly serious game, enjoy the wins and study the defeats, and then when I go to sleep, set all these possibly meaningless rules aside, and bask in the miraculous mystery of it all.


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