a singularity

Many turn to philosophy for truth, for safety and riotousness in behavior, but any philosophy, if examined deeply, will not provide such a dramatic solace. We all come from and go to, this, every moment, this singularity. All the surrounding drama, is just that, a play, a creation, a development, eternally.

When you realize, this you, was never and could never be an independent entity, the existential dread, as well as, the internal joy, shine on as simply this. Mundane and impenetrable.

Election result not in your favor? Stil you, undivided.
Significant other got you on the ropes of infidelity? Still you, undivided.

There is no respite among an eternal duality of variable drama, peace is always the case.

Unavoidable. The center always holds. This is truth.