Everything matters…or nothing matters. It’s either all good, or every breath, every moment, every instant is important. Only matter doesn’t really matter and what isn’t matter, matters. Ofcourse, matter matters too. Everything matters. Relativism is a useful myth of the epoch and the sand upon which our realm is built. They are trying to convince you that a moment doesn’t matter, and that is why it can be frittered away, wasted. We have all the time in the world. The trouble is our time is almost up.
The emptiness of a coffee afternoon; to try to remember what it was like to observe the day pass with the comings and goings of people, waiting for the next thought like waiting for that blind date. Will it work out?+
Keep looking up. If you look down deep enough and long enough, you’re actually looking up.