It’s like a big blank screen
with a blinking cursor in it
waiting for you to type—
.
but no matter how much
you type
the cursor keeps blinking
winking
.
because that’s life
that’s us…
.
a joke without a punchline
.
a shot long in the blank
.
a rolling stone made of moss
.
the cud God is chewing…
And all the people you meet are but different bodies of yourself
the same depthless presence we are—
.
we cannot give anything to each other that we do not already have
we can trigger highs and lows with a vengeance but ultimately
we are all the same one thing interacting with itself
.
the possibility of our interactions is the payoff
the joy of creation is the payoff
the singular moments of our encounters is the payoff
giving yourself chances is the payoff
.
it all happens here
there is nowhere else
but here.