It’s easy to forget what an amazing gift life really is.
Our lives are nothing but a cosmic blink.
Even our seemingly all-encompassing world is just tiny blue dot circling an average sized star spiraling around a galaxy of 200-400 billion stars, which itself is just one galaxy among billions more.
Yet for one brief moment, we get to experience the wonders of existence, of consciousness.
I stopped explaining myself
when i realized
we are forever trying to explain ourselves to the world
or the world to ourselves
don't explain
the one who explains lies
How can you describe the true form of something
in whose presence you are blotted out
and in whose being you still exist !