The Wind Whispers It's Intent
Beyond the scope of human perception lies a vast, vast field of play. Here in this little corner of the Universe little games for little minds are conjured and projected. There are many takers but such is the quality of life where options rule the roost. Though there are many, many paths all roads lead to an experience. Pick one1.
In expanding one's purview curtains rise and fall all to the beat of a different drummer2. With so many choices one lifetime seems completely inadequate and as the road ahead becomes emboldened with purpose a plan comes together. And then there are those who project the road ahead for the followers of fate, fame and fortune. In capturing the attention the future becomes solidified. There are no coincidences. Nothing is left to some imagined 'chance'3.
The folly of a future not yet realized is the folly. Why accept ignorance as a condition of embodiment.
It's true, I am an introvert. All lies within me and is contained. In grasping the Universe Man becomes. Since there is no 'becoming' for me there is nothing left but the fullfillment of direction. In the confluence of events there are no surprises.
I am not here, you do not see me.
"These are not the droids you are looking for."