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I’ve been reading a lot lately. Some fiction like John Updike or random old Greek tragedies. But mostly philosophical shit concerning different concepts of freedom or the history of Liberalism (as opposed to Libtardism). It’s a weird thing to read and muddle over freedom since if one didn’t put any time into it then it could be easily assumed to be an easy thing. Yet it is not. It lacks the boundlessness many of us dream because it is fundamentally about relationships.

And in my various readings I’ve come across enough musing over nature and if exists at all. I understand their processes and thought, in theory, and maybe part of me agrees. But it’s also such a fucking waste of time, again maybe just for me. I go outside during these hot days and spend time amongst my perennials and walk amongst the “hazies”. Those are the tiny flies or whatever that always seem to hover where the air is most specific. I watch the goldfish peck at the algae and notice how my tomato plant seems to grow an inch a day. This stability I discover around me never sways me from the reality that everything hangs by a thread. Humans seem to be the only ones uniquely aware at this terrifying truth, yet we are the only ones uniquely pissing this beauty away. There are too many ideologies, too many disagreements, too many thoughts in general. I still believe in reason and rationality, but sometimes you are in an age where it is near impossible to have proper supplies of it.

As a true Taoist, my response is to calmly wait for the waves to smoothen even though there is boundless suffering today. A deeper reckoning filled with fresher agreements is needed for when the waves turn our way.