Our family of rock of plants of waters of bodies of more;

The world is us.

As spawns of chaos, we so desperately seem to seek out the stillness and absence of chaos present in our beds before birth, in the calm and steady “lack” of flow.

Others, seem to seek out higher embracement of the chaos, the change, the “happening” they are.

Many remain indifferent to either, and understandably so as well.

Though, both I would argue are no different, really.

For really, we were still likely flowing before birth, to arrive at “birth”; birth is not a concrete beginning, but a step in an infinitely iterative process in which there is no beginning and there is no end.

If one can come to awareness, from a state of completely zero awareness; perhaps existence, the universe, all of all, is no different in which it may arrive from zero, still be zero, and “return” to zero, although never truly leaving it at the same time?

Never truly dying, never truly being born, simply moving, simply flowing, without ever having a concrete form, for the flow inevitably comes again, if not ongoing before our very eyes, in which we may sometimes ignorantly guess is unchanging, whilst it is, or it shall.

An embracement of either, is the embracement of the same zero and the same flow, for zero and flow seem to be one.

Recursively creating more dreams, more mirages from its illusionary self, for it was never there, and yet it was always there and always will be there.

This is what we are, not from; this is us, and we shall continue to become us, for the becoming itself is…

Us.

We are not from the Earth; we are the Earth.

We are not from death, and we are not from birth; we are the deathless, birthless universe - the totality of everything becoming itself, in any so way in which it chooses, in any so way in which we choose.

So; choose embracement. Or in other words…

Choose Love.