Every choice we make has profound consequences on the future, consequences that outlast our temporal flesh and go rushing on without us. Each are a drop in the tsunami that is life. Each a snowflake in the avalanche of existence. Riding an unstoppable force that has been pushed forward since that first outward blast seeded the universe with elements and inertia. Creation is art of the highest order. Existence is elemental beauty. Why don’t we be a part of that exquisite dance? Why don’t we all join in? Is our sentience trapping us from entering the ball or blinding us from the fact that we’re in the center of the dance floor?

From chaos, order, pattern and design are realized. If this is the Where, is it possible that every other possible action not undertaken is performing its own play on some parallel state in the Nowhere? In that scenario we are all connected, all good, all bad, all kind, all cruel, all beautiful and all ugly. And all of the finer descriptions that fall in between. All alive. All dead. All past, all future, both of which are, in some way, present. This said by the wise old man contemplating existence from the mount. This played out by you and me.