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I will never fully understand the "why" of the universe, not in this lifetime, or whatever this stage could be called. My human brain doesn't have the tools. I've accepted that and put the non-understanding in a box called "temporary closure." It's a provisional box. The lid doesn't lock.

What I haven't accepted // what I suspect I'm not meant to accept // is the not trying. Maybe through this exploration I can catch a glimpse, a spare mistake like an eclipse or two people saying the same word simultaneously.

There's something moving through everything. I write it down. Sometimes I paint it. The looking doesn't stop when the piece is finished; finishing is just how I mark that I was there, the way people leave rocks on cairns, the way glaciers place rocks in piles, too.