an extreme narrative

As has been written here, there is no outside to this (now existence). A reality moment (earthquakes, global warming, asteroid impacts) are all extremely at odds for human survival as is a thought which can never exist outside of that type of event. Using critical thinking, entails that you are required to examine the stuff you don’t enjoy and are brutally against a human self narrative. Attempting to ignore such events is a process of mental gymnastics in hopes of not continuing to experience such events (PTSD) that would become impossible for our survival, which isn’t even an option when realized.

While you might think that a disaster around the corner is paramount, there is a sort of loophole to this existence as a duality. It’s been used in many different ways and seen across all of nature, basically as a crux of all creation. This loophole is balance (or grace if you’re spiritually/religiously inclined). This is the process of all comings and goings, the “place” of everything as a singularity, where duality is one. We all experience this both as sleep (unconscious) or as mediation (prayer), this comfort in the storm of chaos, a warmth that is safe, often filled with light in mediation and darkness as in sleep, a destination that all is from and going.

From a scientific view, the center of anything we’ve discovered is this (nothingness occurring), from massive black holes to atoms, each involve a “place” that nothing and everything unfolds and revolves.

From a change

Words can dictate an imagination
You might imagine you already know what they say, they mean
And you should, they’ve been said before, in some other arrangement
Yet, nothing has or will change you, before, during or after you read this.

You’re who you are, imagined by us, that has you as a memory
We too believe we are a center of being, unlike any other
And while we continue to imagine you, we ignore our reflection
Yet, nothing has or will change us, before, during or after we read this.

You’re making choices, every moment, that provoke reactions
You may realize you’ve been here before, anywhere in particular, imagined now
They continue to insist they know you, but you’re not who you were, not anymore
Yet, nothing has or will change them, before, during or after they read this.

You must have a hot fish taco, you love them, before the party tonight
You crap in the bushes at the party, you had no chance, you’d been here before, alone
We see you, the hot fish taco person, but now, no hot fish tacos in public, we’ve decided
Yet, nothing has or will change you, before, during or after you read this.

You choose to put your pet down, a tough choice, suffering so long, you couldn’t bare
Reaching out, your dearest person for comfort, they have a crisis, you’re alone
Feelings about them change, maybe for an instant, maybe for a lifetime, you can’t decide
Yet, nothing has or will change them, before, during or after we read this.

We’re dying every moment, worm food, so they can thrive
We can’t help it, even as some things may endure, the idea of us for a time
We reflect on who we were, how amazing and wonderful, now that we’re gone
Yet, nothing has or will change any one, before, during or after they reads this.