Unreasonably Profound, Meaningless, and Endless

Imagine 'No means to an end' staring at what has no 'end'.

In my deepest silences, as I wrap my head around the vastness of this Universe, I am reminded of my insignificance. It's a feeling that puts brakes on my whole being. Those deepest silences share the loudest questions of many who have been in awe of "it" all. I change the story it tells me each time. From having our backs in our evolution to the unbeatable indifference staring back at me, it is still a mystery why it exists. And through following those "whys" today's Man stands atop the calculations that claim to grasp this vastness and feels proud that his genius mind can now even confirm the infinity. Aha! Everything must have a stamp from the Man. In the brief history of mankind, the modern man studies evolution and feels superior, calling himself the most genius of all who came before him. After all, he's a man of reason, but his reasons: are logic, containment, cause, and effect. And there lies the beauty of this Universe's precision with the ironic truth that reasoning is a product of just the human mind and what it sees. It has already happened, and has been happening for millions and millions of years And thus we are studying the reasons of infinity in our own finite existence. We end before it ends. And that dilemma started the human drama! Yet this 'infinity' dissolves the formula that can't measure the glory and horrors of such vastness and precision; which we can't calculate yet they facilitate our imagination.

If we hold on to our breath, just like we hold on to our meanings, we won't live. This body is designed to let go of what gives it life. Breath is precious but to live I also have to let it go. In transcendence, I exhale longer. The slowing of my breath is healthier for me. The slower I breathe the calmer I am the longer I live. How could I expect to live truly if I control so much?

"Grand schemes" are a product of our limited minds too. The randomness is unreasonably profound. Yet the simplicity doesn't bode well with the human mind, a complex beautiful product of the universe, raised by nature, and looked after by the MOTHER while the mind tries to understand Her. Nature has nurtured Him and, at times, endured Him. So human curiosity is the natural way of our evolution yet a millisecond in the timelessness where we hope to make miracles and have succeeded at many. The modern man is the proudest of all, his brain has now grown out of his body onto his device, and he continues to pass on the baton.

The ultimate truth of our lives that remains unbeatable, understandable, and underestimated is that we will also meet our death one day. Yet the curiosity wants to make the most of it here! How can we escape our decay on the way to death though? I fear, that not everyone will be able to have the deep joy that coexists within this violent universe. We call our joy just moments, and our pain an eternity! Yet the curiosity that seeks power, control, and escape from the pain also seeks meaning somewhere deep. Meaning that will somehow save it from itself.

A smug smile this infinity bears. Isn't that the truth staring right into our eyes? Absurdity? And when we stare back at it, Absurdity says "Checkmate." I will go out on a limb like they all have, that the meaning of our lives can be to attain and sustain that joy that has carried many species along and help others do the same so we all can have a 'joyful moment' in the timelessness of this mystery. What a wonderful moment that would be in its eternity!