Have we come this far, torn so much to pieces, questioned every motive, only to discover it doesn’t even matter?

Have we loved, fought, created, destroyed, nurtured, harmed, protected, abused…to end up here, which may as well be nowhere? Anywhere.

What of all our noise? Our not knowing? What next for this world of questions and its snare of answers? Egg shells, land mines. Even our sense of frustration, these feelings of helplessness, of having been in error, mere fools…wow, with a clarity so startling, none of it relevant, not even this realisation.

What beauty. Liberty. Awe. This whole thing. It doesn’t even matter.