Do you ever just sit and think of how absurd existence even is? Like out of all the pieces that need to fall into place, all the connections and explosions that need to happen to just even exist. All the magical stuff that happens at any given moment, yet day to day life has us feeling like everything is so mundane. Meanwhile balls of fire are flying through space like Mario and Bowser out there having their final battle, space junk is somehow headed back into the earth’s atmosphere, only to be incinerated upon reentry, that atmosphere that also protects us from being swiftly baked ourselves from radiation by a sun that also nourishes us deeply. How we aren’t flung off into the galaxy while this ball of rock spins a thousand miles per hour, yet we somehow stay still. Like, it’s absurd right? And I get it, that subconsciously that can be extremely unnerving to someone. That they search for answers and reasoning to why we are here and what the meaning of any of it is, trying to find who’s in control here.

But I find not knowing and the absurdity of it all perfectly delightful and that in itself, that there may be no greater reason, no rhyme or reason to any of it at all other than to connect and wonder, that’s pure magic.

And for tonight, that’s enough for me.