What is It?

What is It?

What is there to say but words?

What is there to think but thoughts?

Both are merely symbols.

Things that contain meaning in relation to something else.

Like sign posts.

What is it that they describe?

Like picking individual kernels from a cob.

Separating them into piles based upon their appearance or size or taste or smell or texture.

But which part is the CORN?

Is the corn the individual kernel?

Or the whole cob?

Or the stalk?

Or the root?

Does the entire plant not depend on the soil?

Or the presence of water?

All things in relation to one another.

Cogs in a machine?

Machines are created to serve a purpose.

To have purpose one must be in relation to something other than itself.

To have purpose one must serve something other than itself.

What then is it all for if everything is connected, yet no purpose can be found?

Does this mean it’s all pointless? If that’s the case, why are we here? Why is anything so?

Logic has no place in this realm.

This is beyond the reach of thought.

You cannot wrestle your mind into silence.

You can only let the thoughts go.

Let it go.

Let that one go too.

That one’s not it.

Not that one either.

While the cloud is part of the sky, you do not say a single cloud is the sky.

The sky is the sky.

We are us.

This is It.

Submitted August 19, 2020 at 11:27AM by llahsraMhanoJ https://ift.tt/3iUTQOx