09/12/2026
There is a Grand Cosmic Mystery, appearing as a paradox to dualistic thinking, and it functions as the engine of Everything. This Mystery is ever-changing and infinitely infinite. It passively generates universes as a consequence of its own nature. Ultimately, this Mystery is our Home. Our minds are like flowering buds on this vast cosmic tree. Every life is an expression of this Mystery. And this Mystery is innately undefined and undefinable. It is forever beyond the reach of language and thought. It is something witnessed, felt, experienced, and embodied as opposed to something you read or think. The default state of physical reality is infinite undefined potential, and the participation of minds collapse this field of infinite potential into defined parameters and systems. In this way our own Mind’s nature is like an inverse of the nature of the Grand Cosmic Mystery. The Mystery dreams of infinities while the Human lives in realities. Except even this Mystery is a product of Nothingness. As above so below. There is some strange sort of aim to all of this—some uncanny awareness within every life’s trajectory, deeper than bones and older than physical reality. Evolution is far more than just DNA throwing darts at the “survival of the fittest” board. There is a sort of poetry to it all, a sublime humor, and a terrifying secret.
(Moments of silence and solitude across Japan, circa Feb 2025)
