Everything matters yet nothing does yet nothing does not matter because everything matters. It seems to go around and around like that the more time passes it feels. As it does I find I know less and less into possibly knowing nothing at all. And yet, the exception is that the very little I do know I keep coming to know as more and more true.
Everything is connected. The lessons we need exist in nature, exist infinitely in multiples everywhere and evidently. What’s being noticed lately? What’s being missed? What’s changing and what’s being done? The planting of a tree beside a river extends its roots by the stream. It is not afraid of heat and it does not worry in periods of drought because it knows the source from which its leaves remain green and branches produce fruit until completion.
Lee Chang Dong wrote of his experience with another writer’s proposition that to write after or amidst tragedy is barbaric. “And yet, I still had to write. What role can a line of writing play in changing reality? Even as I asked myself such questions, I had to write my stories as a way to avoid escaping reality.”
Sometimes a call requires a response. Other times, it requires trust and perpetual motion despite not knowing what exactly the response entails.