Dizzy thoughts circle as I try to seem like I know why I do what I do. We try to know who we are becoming, to be part of that process which ushers our causality through this world, but I am not so sure we are.

I have often wondered if our own self-awareness and perceived sovereignty are just feedback loops in our large cosmic entity...

Perhaps our thoughts that feel so unique are just another piece of the universe, like everything else, but in our sentience we are cut off from direct contact with  the singularity whose mechanizations manifest as our very souls...

This thought brings me to two conclusions... As expressions of, we are the beast-only we cannot really know it in our current state and that our freedom lies in our observations and what we make of them.

We are moving along the groove of letters carved in stone and though our collectiveness forms a piece of the chisel, it was long before time that we picked the path along which it must move.

So, here we are, observing and becoming, but I stand in corners shouting my questions in places we designed sound and light to falter and I am very afraid that I am coming apart, my loop broken as the illusion of others flees the landscape of my thoughts and I am again left staring into the entirety of the universe, every piece of which looks back to me as father and son, creator and destroyer, other and self, and again I am lost.