Born by accident???

The problem is that we always try to define things. Or ‘redefine’ rather. It’s a different matter that we get into a whole heap of mud but see the thing is we can’t seem to just be without meddling around. It’s contagious. I have to dig deep into it or it should not exist at all. If someone has a remedy I wouldn’t mind hearing a dose of it.

After questioning the impossible with the limitation of the five senses and the mess of the brain bag , one might settle down to accept things the way they are and just go on through the test of time. No more colliding thoughts but a vision of some form of enlightenment… A purpose for existence... Something more than mere chance. Something to cling onto to survive because the thought of their not being any purpose at all is bizarre.

Knock Knock?