Uneven Split
There is a nature that exists and abounds and its transcendental qualities perceived through glimpses of consciousness, kaleidoscoped patterns of memory self-referring. This does not necessarily help in the quest for earnest self-expression and authentic grasping of the eternal, perhaps; its flighty nature reveals but hides in the same breath, perhaps. The frustrating nearness and opaqueness reveals the fear and anxiety and angst for what it really is, perhaps: fear of validity of the mind’s own perceptions and observations. When you can’t trust what you see, what are you? When you can’t trust the thoughts that arise, what are you? Are you more stable, or less?