My Conspiracy Theory

We may dispel almost all conspiracy theories by applying the principle known as Hanlon's Razor: "Do not attribute to malice that which is more easily explained by stupidity." However, I do subscribe to one conspiracy theory, and you may feel free to borrow it. For billions of years, in fact since the birth of time, the black hole at the center of each galaxy, and the gravity of each gazing star, and every hydrocarbon, chloroplast, or photon of sunlight in this breath, yes even the shy colors of the meadow, like celadon and sage, have conspired to magnetize my atoms toward this moment, now, where my only choice is falling on my knees in sparkling moss, spreading my arms to the wind and rain, useless though my arms might be as wings, and confessing: "I don’t know WTF is going on!" Only then am I capable of praying: "I'm sorry. Forgive me. Thank you. I love you." Thus the whole universe conspires to reduce  my heart to perfect joy.

 Art: by Annie Stegg