SOMETIMES...



Sometimes I can see through everything.

Sometimes all our venal tired little games, our trivial desires and shallow wants are laid entirely open to me and inspire an empty and despairing contempt. And in contrast I see the beatific spin of the galaxy, the brutal and immutable truths of nature, existence, death, and experience. The Wheel of Life crushing, the dance, the maddening marriage of futility and beauty.

And in these states, whilst both dark, dark and also somehow bursting with a raw and wild love for all the beauty there waiting to be seen, I look. Look for the wizened glance, the laugh in the face of the mundane – the twinkle in the eye of the other, who gets the joke. Who can see this level. Who realises the joy of the now, the marvel of impermanence and the horror of our insignificance in the face of a blind and uncaring universe. That person who can share the joke of existence, who realises that while playing the part, they are apart. By the grace of some leap, has understood.

Oh, and dresses really snappily.