why do we choose the paths
that we do?
what is cause? and
effect? ... when time is a joke and
consequence is man-made.
why obsess over befores and
afters, over actions and
choices? life is a giant knot,
a messy tangle, an unadulterated
mass of happenstances. we push and pull
and yank threads, turning away and regrouping
for a new perspective, considering alternate
messes, weaving in foreign strings, hoping
to make sense of it all, only to come to terms, much
later, with the mess, and be satisfied
with the opportunity for mess alone, without
kicking ourselves for not making enough sense of it.
if it's ashes to ashes and dust to dust, and lonely dust
at that, in the end ... enjoy the mess. be not discouraged if it makes no sense.
how could it?