#exitentialist

Things rarely are absolute. Especially on Earth. Duality is attached as a condition to live here. Night to day. Cold to Hot. Joy to Sadness. Nothing is one. Yet metaphysical teaching will tell you that everything is one. It is, just not when you are in a human body. The human body will always split oneness into two. I think it is one of the magic of living on Earth. To be able to hate and love…

The room subway sways as it glides across the railroad tracks. The grinding of the metal makes unseen fireworks that fade in the darkness of the tunnel. The people sway back and forth, with faces of longing and dread. They long for their bead. There are some bobbing their head to a beat in their ears, others keep to themselves, clutching their bags for dear life. The man out of place is a man…