I’ve just been sitting in my garden while it’s raining. My neighbours think I am stupid. Doesn’t this work-shy idiot have nothing better to do?
I look to my side where their cat lies. Doing nothing.
It’s cleverer than me because it’s under a tree. I’m in the middle, getting wet.
And how wonderful.
To notice the black while looking at the white. And although there’s no difference, if we only see one, it is quite a mess.
The cat understands.
What was first?
Was there something second, asked the cat.
Well, what requires no explanation, has no cause, and can exist as the first thing ever?
The cat looks up at the rain and then curls in the other direction so as not to face me.
When things get too complicated it’s best just to sit somewhere. If people think you look like an idiot wearing a big straw hat but still getting wet, you might be working out the answer to the universe.
I see it in the trees here. Do you? Do you see what I am seeing? It’s also in the cloud. And if you look in the space between the trees and clouds, you can see it there too. It’s not doing anything either. It has nothing to do. Everything is already done. It is itself no matter what is done. Nothing changes.
Do you see how nothing changes?
How can I say that and talk of clouds and trees and cats?
Well, if you were to look you might understand.
What is at the other end of the universe is before your nose. If you are looking too far you might miss it.
Beginnings and endings. First and not first. No wonder the cat turned around.
I don’t have a better explanation.
Fancy a humbug?
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