Blast

I will now reveal the Truth. I don't know anything because there is nothing to know. Creation is a silent blast of free energy spontaneously ordering itself and dissolving back into chaos this very instant. Free energy has no purpose but tastes like God. Somehow it gets trapped into separate minds, the way air gets trapped into bubbles on the sea. What an honor to be the whole ocean of God, dancing in a bubble of God, dissolving into God. Why am I trapped in a bubble? For the sheer bliss of popping and getting free again. Why do I do this to myself? I don't. Then why does the Almighty do this to me? She doesn't. There is no do-er. But it's fun to ask "why?" because it leads us to ask, "who is asking?" Now tell me, friend, why do drops of moonlight form in divine darkness and fall on a moth wing at 3 A.M.? To make the sound that awakens you to deeper silence.