In the end, there will be nothing left to do besides let go. Equanimity. Accepting unity, recognizing duality as an imposter.

Good and bad, darkness and light, sickness and health. Yin and Yang. Trump and Biden. Imposters, all.

Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert…..Nothing beside remains.

Peace, seeing existence as it is. Our purpose, to be; for a while. Moments in the sun, others in darkness. In and out, up and down, round and round. Then back to where we came from, dissolution into the elements from which all is made.

If we seek meaning, we may invent it for ourselves as man has always done but you will not find it writ in the particles of physics. Or anywhere else.

Meaning, if it is to be found at all, is in the beauty and continuity of the eternal cycles of which we are a part. Meaning is the coming together of particles and their eventual dissolution. A universe springs into existence from some primal black hole and great wonders are the result.

Stars and galaxies and eventually clumps of matter which are aware of their own existence. Wondrous indeed.

And then they go, as do we. Do not cling to life as the wise have said over so many generations, for to do so will lead to disappointment. Accept our ephemeral nature and rejoice in it while we may.

Wealth and power, land and possessions, happiness and joy. Suffering and pain, poverty and ill health. Kindness and bestiality. Bigotry, ignorance and prejudice. All pass.

“The present life of man upon earth, O King, seems to me in comparison with that time which is unknown to us like the swift flight of a sparrow through the mead-hall where you sit at supper in winter, with your Ealdormen and thanes, while the fire blazes in the midst and the hall is warmed, but the wintry storms of rain or snow are raging abroad. The sparrow, flying in at one door and immediately out at another, whilst he is within, is safe from the wintry tempest, but after a short space of fair weather, he immediately vanishes out of your sight, passing from winter to winter again. So this life of man appears for a little while, but of what is to follow or what went before we know nothing at all.”

A bleak message for some, to others such reality has a stark attraction. Clinging to the gossamer of human life makes little sense. And yet while we live, we should embrace it. Accept that existence “is” and that it has beauty. Lay no claim to others nor yet to our non existent selves.

We are. There is little else to be said.

Following the base desires foisted upon us by evolution may help our selfish genes, but will bring our awareness, our consciousness little joy.

And so what is reality and what is my part in it? It is an infinity of energy, a bubbling cauldron of primal forces endlessly creating and destroying.

Live a while and witness reality for yourself. There is great comfort in seeing the comings and goings for what they are. Drop greed, ambition, violence and live as the lily of the field.

And then a beauty and comfort and joy seems to emerge from the unity and chaos of the ten thousand things.

Drop pretense and foolish posturing.

Despise nothing, accept everything. Serenity will be the result.