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Life is like a half remembered dream where forgotten are the things leading to the cause but the result is the net effect of a lesson that tells the story we needed to hear. It is written read and recalled simultaneously and in a moment a cascade of emotion solidifies it in time as having past.

Thus life experience is the interpretation of what we observe ourselves determining to be necessary for our existence to have meaning.

The will bonds these three for eternity, remove any one or attempt to understand them in any sense of order or hierarchy and the mystery of existing collapses into mere theory subject to all sorts of contradictory paradoxes that plague one with confusion suffering and misery.

Allow the mystery to proceed as such and the surprise ending we have been authoring for ourselves remains a secret and is revealed as the final conclusive redemption that culminates in the lasting resolution we’ve been needing our entire lives.

Time like the skin of our body binds the entirety of our anatomy into one coherent being making for us a shell that we can use for self agency. It is enjoyed most satisfactorily when insulated by understanding from the lens of analytical scrutiny, operating in choir with every orchestral member that plays their own organs song singing along to the temporal and spacial clause who’s continuous context gives character no room for pause but pulses with instruments of energy dancing like members of an ecstatic symphony chorusing forth the course of life’s long and wandering journey whose tale is expressed through each and every exhale. In the end I am playing a game with myself and can understand that every bit of my journey has meaning that is assigned temporarily for processing but nothing is really anything except an explanation that suits me in a time of need.

So while the story is always precious to me, I don’t take its coherency seriously nor its corruption casually but try to live somewhere in between in an attempt to experience a degree of cogency for my psyche is the soul source of continuity in my reality.