Unto Cæsar

There is a circle, a cycle, and the purpose of our work is to stand, one foot in each world, to help balance and prime the Great Now. No pressure. But the work of doing and the work of existing, and not existing, continues along.

We do the best that we can, knowing this. We face our lives and ourselves the best we can in any given moment, even through the oscillations and anxieties. What we know is never the same, because it exists as a reflexive reflection, a mirror that marks the changes of time and our substance, indeed, allows us to be barely conscious of our time in this world.

I insist this is a largely erroneous complaint, if it is actually even a complaint, because it requires a particular perspective and is therefore a distortion of the truth. I can there disclaim and all further textual outbursts as being an organic dictation of my present gnosis, and leave it at that. Forever.

I am not responsible for the burdens of thought others might lay into my work. I am just the author, strapped to the mast as the ship goes steadily down.