Towards Complexity

04/16/2007 8:24 PM – 8:36 PM

To do is to be. To be is to do. Do be do be do. Who knew? And there we are. Doesn’t matter, necessarily what the what is, only that it’s yours. It’s the do. The do gives you the why.

One acts in spite of uncertainty. It never gets to the end of the thing. You forget yourself and the self grows into something of greater complexity, like a better beer, fit to be savored. You blink. Happiness. Flow. Act and forget. Rules and goals. Complexity and ability. To do is to be. To be is to do. Fuck it, Dude, let’s go bowling. To bowl is to forget the self. To forget the self is to be illuminated by the 10,000 things.

The mind spirals down to its own frightened demise when left to its own devices. It’s only by constant vigilance that liberty is retained. To be happy is to be and to hope. We are and we act and we hope. This is what we do. That cheap sentiments keep us afloat does not negate the fact that we are, in fact, afloat. Existence exists. Existence is good. The proof is in the choice. The choice is in the being. The being is in the doing. We are what we came in with, but, acting, we leave better than we entered. You take it in your teeth. You take it in your teeth and laugh the fear to hell. God comes down riding raindrops and sunbeams.