Grow In Circles

We grow in circles, not steps. Nature knows no Level 1 or Level 2, no higher plane or lower plane, no sequence from points A to B on strands of logic in the air. All points are simultaneous, all threads of cause and effect entangled. At the level of the quark, there is no hierarchy. The biosphere is not a kingdom, ruled from above, but a riot of microbes.

Vainly does the mind of the surveyor, with plum and compass, impose straight lines, right angles, upon earth's swell and trough. Nature needs no map. She is all hill and valley, circle and curve. Therefor we expand, we vibrate, we ripple outward and inward at once. But no one actually knows whence or where, or WTF is going on. Thank God.

A warm sun opens our buds, roots us down, branches our Now in all directions at once. Where is any "Way"? "Way" only exists in the ghost-world of thought, super-imposing concepts of "progress," "path," and "ascent" onto the breathing chaos of Holy Matter. Don't stand in line: just dance! Don't join a movement: just move! Be created and destroyed each instant, the embodied explosion of cosmic amazement.

Photo by Hubble, the Rosetta nebula, which blossoms on the trellis of our Milky Way