There is no meaning, no purpose, no higher goal than to exist in the moment, and in the moment make important decisions. As important as you can make them, anyway. Closing one’s eyes is a prerequisite for seeing clearly. Being silent, one for hearing properly. The stillness inside you must always be allowed to create havoc on the outside. Avenues, alleys, streets, highways, byways, paths, and mountain meadows… No matter where we stroll, it seems evident that we stroll alone. But even that is an illusion – as is everything else. If we allow ourselves that privilege and luxury, we are actually already beyond the static hopelessness of existence. A vantage point is easy to change, and that in itself allows for a realisation of an immutable union with cosmic expanses that will never change, and yet seemingly always do so. Everything is malleable, adaptable, possible to (re)create. It happens in this moment – the moment when there’s nothing but meaning, purpose and a higher goal...
