An amazing intertwining of destinies, lives, and opinions. Unexpected turns that seem so predestined. What is the extent of our personal freedom? At what point does reality split into possibilities, and how do we know which path to choose in order to make our own human choice, rather than once again float down the riverbed someone else has already carved for us?
Who are we to one another? How deeply are we connected? Perhaps we are all much closer to one another than it seems, even more than perhaps we hope?
A magical cast, an incredible presence filling every being, almost unnoticed music in the background. And the sensation of fullness, the richness of emptiness, of significant silence. Of kindness and love.
Even when it seems that predestination is impossible to overcome, one can stop, so as not to run “twice as fast” to get somewhere. Stop, and look at the Grand Canyon – vast, endless, and beyond the scope of one’s sight – a magnificent edge, where the air is filled to the brim, where the emptiness speaks, where there’s no desire to fill the space with any other words. And in this emptiness – the only meaning: the meaning of being.
The meaning of being is in being. The meaning of life is simple. The meaning of life is in life. In creation. In love.