I am a speck. A microscopic 180 pounds of organic matter spinning through the vast universe at millions of miles an hour. Sometimes it is scary to think of how difficult it is to hold on, spinning through the Systematic Chaos of it all. Although, actually letting go is impossible. Then I close my eyes, and it becomes as clear as the vacuum that abhors me as much as I do it. I am standing still, while the chaotic universe spins all around me. I am the focal point of everything, the ultimate expression of the eternal locked into 180 pounds of organic matter. I am a conduit, through which flow the energies of ancient scholars and unborn fools. From here, the atoms loose the concrete reality of substance. Each exists only as a manifestation of my perception of its expression. Just as it is with people. Being intimate with the details precludes the understanding of the complexities. Even then, with libraries of detail memorized and contemplated, surprise is but a moment away. It is the beauty of chaos, to be unpredictable. Even when strictly guided by the laws of nature, for those laws, are as infinite as the universe they spin. Even the deepest understanding of all men, is but a minute proportion of what truth there really is. It is hopeless then, to cogitate by means of any rational paradigm. Fallacy is intricately laced within the gaps of the knowledge found in labs and books. Pretentiousness fills the articulate words of gurus and sages. Blessed are the simple minded, for they shall inherit not the pains of ignorance.