simplicity

what is simple? how does the simple feel in the body? we certainly know what complexity feels like - it chaotic, firey, emotional, random, all over the place all at once. and its constant in us.

do we always look for complexities in any possible union? molecules, species, parents, children, lovers, friends, neighbours, strangers..?

is the only ingredient to bond with the other, actually complexity? the more complex, the stronger the glue, the stronger the bond.

is complexity what we are drawn to, despite the vast need, deep deep within, for simplicity?

is chaos what makes us fail over and over again, all while stillness is what we need the most, but simply can’t do? because it’s too simple?

are we capable of choosing simple things, while life tests us with constant mutliplication of complexities?

we still feel and think of universe as complex, though we now know its all simple energy flowing and moving and doing its own thing, towards nothing, towards simple silence.

or is our human capacity for choice shrinking our massive capacity for openness and change? do you really choose in life, or are you running on endlessly recycled auto-mode? and if so, what do you choose exactly? simple or complex?