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Perhaps life is chaos, unruly anarchy. Perhaps this is why systems of control and order are running up against the walls they have made to make sense of the massive complexity that is existence. Nothing is more fulfilling and satisfying than just being. What’s so wrong with throwing up your hands and saying enough!? Then proceeding to dance in the rain, climb a tree, or run through the tall grass. Drop everything immediately. In your loss you will not find despair, but rather ecstatic liberation from the ruts of routine and monotony. Beauty is found in the flow of life, not in remembering the past or looking to the future. Give in to the disorder that is every passing moment. Give in to the wind, the waves, and the wild. When your physical constituency passes with time, you’ll return to the eternal soil and feed the cycle that was not structured or engineered, but just is. No plan, no design. It’s utterly beautiful chaos. It is nonsensically improbable that we are alive. The future is unwritten. Celebrate everything.
posted by pteridium @ 2:56 PM
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One could say that order does in fact underly the complexities of chaos. Striving to increase the entropy results in a more favorable exhistance. But isn't this in itself a form of universal rule? The future may be unattainable, but is its path laid down for us? Is time not an addtional dimension that we travel through? You should read Cat's Cradle. (and I really admire your thoughts and philosophies.) So I will challenge them a bit.
Interesting post... It really made me think
Nice Tree Pic. That is really cool looking. It is the perfect pic for your blurb on beautiful chaos. That is exactly what the tree looks like. I agree that looking at the past or future can be problematic. Living in the moment is very comforting and peaceful, and with this being the "Best time of year" it is easy to sit back, get very comfortable, and just enjoy the moment.
Interesting concept. Especially with the picture. Even though the tree limbs are protruding out in a chaotic thrashing, like an octopus in paroxysm the interior anatomy and physiology of the tree is ordered. Perhaps life is a about small pockets of order that float about in the chaos of existence.
I love the mornings when you first walk outside and there is that fresh smelling air. I can't explain the smell, but it isn't there every time. It is those days that I take extra deep breaths to take it all in. Then, I look around and up at the sky and I just know it is going to be a good day. It is a calming feeling and, at that very moment, life couldn't be better. I'm glad that I can't smell the air like that everyday. If I could that feeling would probably stop happening....
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