magic

life is an invitation

I am born in ignorance. Tabula rasa after a manner of speaking. The world is big and I am small, but I don’t know that yet.

Soon I will learn how to ask why? Why is there something rather than nothing. Why am I here? What the fuck is all of this? I want to understand everything. So I continue to ask questions and my imagination continues to run away with fanciful answers.

Half the fun of life is not knowing. This is an invitation, equally daunting and intoxicating at the same time: figure out the whole goddamn thing…

next: why is there something rather than nothing? or why do something when you could do nothing?