Muddled Musings

Are we destined to be hidden behind a swathe of sarcasm and negativity? As I begin my foray into this empty world of words, adding to the already mired inter-web of delusions of art, are we really progressing? Or are we merely moving towards increased chaos, the equilibrium of other, the bricolage of byte bites, the antithesis of the real?

I am an optimist, really. I feel whole and real and grounded. My musings are mere rants, catharsis of intellectual emotion; the emotions of my intellect. I find god in places where there are no answers, only wonder: and I wonder. I have a relationship with wonder - the emptiness that gestures to the real, the inconceivable, the truth when stripped of language. Only there can the ego be set free; if you love something let it go.