Standing on the edge closer than ever to something…nothingness. Separated by the great plain…the large gap. It is a step closer to death, than perhaps life. In this moment, on the edge…is the frightening reality of just how little control one has over some deep parts of their souls, their being. The intangible world around you. Things that escape the clutches of where we hang on to the cliff of reason. Words that bind you in a seemingly secure way…a stitch of the lightest of threads, whereupon at any moment one may fall. Perhaps even lose most form of control.
The abyss that we fear so greatly. The fall into nothingness. It is not in the nothingness itself, but the possibility of nothingness. It is on that edge where one may come face to face with something they have never seen. Never felt. But being all too human has its limits. We are on the edge of reason and grasping at fruitless clutches to maintain a sense of certainty. A certainty that may be just as fleeting as all the constructs around you. The artifice created by the want of something beyond. The artifice created to find meaning in the fray that is further from that edge. Rocks to create strength and dirt to create movement. Water to change the movement and wash away the strength. Wind to remind the earth of constant change…to purposely create movement in the least of expected ways; perhaps to elicit a large change, shift . Sun to dry the last remnants of strength, whereupon the dirt once again moves by the gentle wind and rock is created once more; strength comes once again. Nature shows us this gentle cycle so simply. The nothing that can ultimately become something only by working together, by being separated.
It is only on the precipice of nothingness, where we can truly find meaning. Being closer to death…many will find their reason. They will grasp at first to hold onto it by any means. Ultimately…it must be let go and you must stare deeply into the abyss. Deeply into the possibility of what may become of the nothingness. Or if that nothingness is all there may be. It is a fine line between retaining the binding elements of humanity that help us feel that edge. Yet also help push us over…into the abyss.
Into the possibility that only you can create…of and by your own free will.
Simply existing is changing…just as nature so shall we. Thus, shall we tread lightly over these precipices…from where we may obtain deeper meaning, another grasp to hold onto life through death.
Death of parts of the self.
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