i see an eye. am in i, i am sea

differentia

STATISTICS

if you believe in probablity, you are a fatalist. your life is therefore out of your control as there are more variables than you can ever imagine, comprehend or know. it is therefore inevitable that you will arrive at the question popularly known as why. why? as you struggle to find an answer, your infallible mind dwells on the past. as you disenchantedly mangle the past and project it onto the future, you begin to develop illusions of grace. you continuously seek these illusions like fishes in the sea, birds in the rain, trees in the forest or dewdrops in the moonlight. whichever you please, whichever you desire, or whichever is a fraction of your mind's eye. soon you find yourself living. in a human dream. a dream that is soon destroyed by your beliefs. statistically inconsistent in the first place.
the faster you absorb, the slower your life becomes. you continuously wrap yourself in the most secure encapsulations of your rich experience. some of you play, paint or scream. the rest of you just drink along with the next person in the room. dissatisfaction creeps, some way, your head sleeps. you imagine forgetting. and a nightmare begins. you realise that you are not like the fishes, birds or trees. you are in fact, a cave in the mountains, a shadow under a street light, or a reflection in a dewdrop. the world that surrounds you was your choice. don't break it, question it or paint it grey. accept it. that's your only choice. statistically proven. otherwise, you'd be dead. or are you ?

words on a screen are flies. swat them and hit glass. another fly made of sand. bury your feet and spend the sand. its just a piece of paper. a shred of invisible light.