Monday, September 8, 2025
Like moving clockwork, I see the entire universe amalgamating in harmony. All the so-called separate pieces are touching, like cogs with teeth, intertwined in an unbelievable singular movement that seems too divaricated to comprehend as a singularity. “Impossible,” says the mind.
I don’t know how it works, but there are no unlinked events. Somehow, what I am doing now is tied to the beginning of time and space itself. How could there be any independent event when science is now confirming there is no freewill? The individual self is illusory, which means the idea of a free-roaming agent called “me” is now completely absorbed into a system, which moves on its own and against a backdrop of it’s own stillness.
No separate moving piece. No separate consciousnesses. No separate events. No separate mind. That means each event, starting with the first, is inextricably linked to the last, which apparently, we’ll never know of. We’ll be dead. I can’t get out of the system. I cannot move independently from it, or on my own accord. I’m trapped in the accordion of complexity.
Am I a puppet? I feel like I’m typing right now. Am I a machine? I feel alive, free, and spirited. Am I predetermined? I am unsure of what’s to come. I feel spontaneous. So, if I’m not free to roam on my own, to be on my own, or to separate myself from the system, who am I? Observer and observed depend on each other. Enjoy the relationship. Have fun with it. You aren’t really going anywhere, you understand? There is no separate you without the system. And there is no system without you.
Isn’t that cool, all working in tandem? Like spontaneous clockwork – working smoothly like a charm. I know it’s hard to believe. But understanding takes a while.