Truth is a living circle –
mobile, free, and ungraspable.
We want to catch it –
like a child chasing a soap bubble.
But the hand that catches
is the hand that bursts it.
In the perfect description of life
a murder takes place.
Truth held too tightly
withers and dies.
You cannot describe it without diminishing it.
At its extreme,
understanding proves to be misunderstanding.
We describe the world to such an extreme
that we shrink ourselves.
Like fish in the sea of consciousness,
we are eventually eaten by the larger one.
This happens at every level.
The world is the description.
There is always something left to grasp.
We identify as adults,
but in the domain of consciousness we are children.
Truth is dissolved in the sea of consciousness.
There we freeze into pieces and are sometimes shattered.
The difference lies in how we carry our cracks –
the vulnerability required to take form at all.
Your own birth was the first piece.
The spark was lit.
The hunt is life's own play.
The world is consciousness's own mirror:
where the mobility of thought mirrors air,
its need for grounding, earth,
and its flow, the water –
which freezes into ice,
until fire restores everything.
The fire that drives us forward cools,
and turns into a protective stillness.
Forgetting – in many layers – is necessary
for the play to continue.
Whoever goes far enough
in one direction
comes back.
Every path away
leads home.
When reality becomes too heavy
we can sometimes see the game behind it.
Through the cracks, consciousness looks out
and is reborn into a world
that suddenly appears to be much larger.
Out of that stillness a new structure is created.
We unpack the box.
The puzzle is assembled.
Piece by piece.
One piece gives no clue.
A few together give a glimpse.
Others fall into place much later.
For a long time it resembles nothing.
The order is chaotic.
Now everything is a process, and the beginning may resemble madness –
but so does a child learning to walk.
Slowly, like a child, you try your very first steps.
The image emerges and gains meaning
only once enough pieces have been placed.
And as the image emerges
you realize:
The circle is you.
