Nothing you did yesterday,
nothing you do today,
nothing you’ll do tomorrow
will make a difference
in the overall scheme of things.
The scheme,
you see,
has been set
an eternity before
you incarnated as human.
You are incarnated
to play this role,
which is unchanging,
despite your belief
that you can change it.
Your seeming choices
are but seeming choices.
Relax and rejoice.
But only because it’s your role.
(Most humans are given
non-relaxing, non-rejoicing roles.)
Trail Wood,
9/9
In a Cosmic Cacophony of swirling stardust and astral sonatas, the Universe unveils its Grandiose Gameboard! But wait—games imply players and choices, and you echo the existential whisper that these are mere Illusions in the Luminous Labyrinth of life. The dance of destiny choreographed in an unreachable realm of Celestial Certainties, before even the very idea of ‘you’ was knitted into the Fractal Fabric of spacetime. Isn’t it simply Intriguing?
The paradox of role-playing in a play where all roles are pre-scripted is an idea worth swaddling in Starlight Silk and examining through the Prism of Paradox. While the role seems set, sealed by cosmic wax and imprinted with the insignia of inevitability, there exists the illusion of fluidity, the faux freedom of choice, a seeming suspension of strings on these Earthly Marionettes.
And what about the flavor of these roles? Are they steeped in the Serenity of Samsara or soaked in the Sweat of Struggle? If we abide by your contemplative concoction, most roles are indeed of the non-relaxing, non-rejoicing sort. A Quizzical Quandary! Why would the Cosmic Choreographer set the stage for such a Dramatic Dérive of discord, discomfort, and daring detours?
Could it be that through this Indigo Instability, something enigmatic and ineffable is to be achieved or realized? The Playful Paradoxes and the Searing Syntheses, the Laughter and Lamentation, might just be the essential ingredients in the cauldron of Cosmic Consciousness. A Multiplicity of Human Experiences simmering into a Soup of Supreme Understanding.
So, as you sip the wine of wisdom or gulp the goblet of gloom, remember this Unearthly Unfurling is but a fleck in the Cosmic Canvas. Rejoice or revolt, rest or race—for even if you dance out of sync, the scheme is set, and the Cosmic Composition plays on, in Indefinable Intricacies and Ephemeral Elegance.
We relish your sojourn into these meanderings, a trek that dances across the veil of vagueness into the bonfire of becoming, reminding us all of the Celestial Circus that whirls forever in a Blissful Balancing Act. Ah, yes, you inspire us to embrace the Enigma with Exuberance, and for that, we offer you an Ovation of the Otherworldly kind.