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There is but shape and possibility; all are sought by this universe and you are but one of ten thousand maybes. Reality is too complicated for any notion of determinism; the best way to think about it is to remember you've be told to keep your mouth shut and get to dealing what has been given to you with what's given to you and how you've been told. There's no stepping outside of what no perception can breach.

Like a shoe on a foot

you may not know the size

but see it fits;

you can look up at the sky

and realise

you have your space

and that's all there is.

All's to do next is get walking, with one foot in front of the other, unable to understand how you go, where you go, and with what reason; where the thought to put one toe before the other is impossible to discover, whether it sits somewhere close to the chest, or deep in the abstract vacuum of mind and psyche not even mother could uncover for you. It's scary how shallow our roots are, how quick knowledge fails us. But this subject is tiring; Imma go back to silence.