The definite is aloof while the infinite is vague. Where do they suggest to ground us?
I'd say a shaky ground ready to crumble at its liking without warning.
The question remains, where do we position ourselves? What then validates an abated precaution when the probability of an indenfinite devours all else known?
What of facts unguarded for the taking when it is weakened by dissection into differential truths? Nothing but a blueprint of a disassociated future meant to dissolve into the unknown. Simply because the future is unknown.
Know that what is visible to the eye is what's meant to be seen. And when it's meant, there is meaning. Until it is defined, the lense remains stationary.
A random act through that little lense you so dreadfully peep through is an exhibition of nonrandomness. But, we lived long enough inculcating obliviousness.
Look again. Pay attention. Because, the unexpected requires more attention than the lines you drew to map out a mirage.
Catch it and be bowled over by a random transition of a blueprint you so profess to be absolute into an art called life.
