Fool's Paradise

So this is what it means. I have to wonder, thought, if this is _really_ what it means, or if this is just the meaning I want to construct from it. One way or another, it doesn't matter. Because meaning, like everything else, is as temporary and fleeting as the wind. But, like the wind, it can change everything it touches. Belief shapes the world, yet it changes as rappidly as the weather. I believe, I do not believe - I do not choose, I am choice.

This is my fool's paradise, this ambiguity of meaning and purpose. This is where I live, wanting nothing more than the simplicity of what is here. This is how I understand the world, how I deal with it, how I cope. Maybe the world is more sinister, maybe it is more innocent; to me, I only see the ever changing and shifting focus point of decisions and being. Each choice, conscious or unconscious, changes us, and changes the next choice we make. Maybe the world is more complicated than that - but it seems to work, so I follow my theory. Even if I do it blindly.

Maybe the blind are the most happy. There is no dark, there is no light, not even the gray of in-between. Maybe that is how it should be. There is no darkness, there is no light, there is nothing in between. There is only what is. Maybe... maybe that's how it should be.

I do only what I can do, work only as hard as I can work, and what comes of things is what was meant to come of things. We are free to choose our futures, yet slaves to ourselves in the choice.

Free will is the ultimate imprisonment.