I go to bed tonight with the following thought ringing in my ears:
How extraordinary it is, that the universe; so indifferent to such things, could generate me – a creature, a thing, a being made fundamentally of quarks and protons and mostly empty space, that can wonder at the sheer chutzpah of its own existence. I am alive, and it is an extraordinary privilege, to be so…
Not wandering through life to ‘get it over with’, nor moored to the tedious business of the ‘doings of life’; but rather wandering through it in a sort of daze, a perpetual perplexity, a constant niggling juggling act of mystery and curiosity with ineluctable absurdity – with feet firmly planted on earth, but head firmly planted in the rarefied space between the stars.
Life is absurd.
But what a beautiful, bold, crazy and ultimately pointless absurd it is!