Question why it mattered, question why it bothered to happen, ask if it really meant much, consider the weight of life and the universe. What is existence? A scene that is biased based on the presence and attention of its observer? A photon and a quark? What does one make of it? The paradox of distinction… and feeling
It tends to boil into an inward convention and an astral projection
So, what to make of it?
They know not what to do with themselves, for many.
Then what is that which shall be next.
The show simply must go on
