Let us be glad, let us be grateful. And let us exist in a community of other individuals and recognize it as the superorganism that it is. Ants kissing ants as they pass each other by, minds linking with minds while watching a movie, particles getting entangled with particles after a collision, wholes being greater than sums, etc.
There are some things that I can’t say, not even to myself. Some things stay inside the noggin, and in the in-between spaces inside the noggin, the connective tissue. There are some secrets I have to keep from you. No matter how fast I go, it will never be so fast that I get to share with you the underneath.
You know there’s something under there, don’t you? A beast is lurking down there; and yes, sometimes the current opens up just so, or speaks to you in just such a way as to let you know a bit about what might be going on underneath, and then, before you know it, the current has moved on to something else, washed up on a different shore.
I look underneath and see a half-eaten churro on the dock of the bay. There it is: the reentrant loop back into samsara. It feels like I'm out of it sometimes, or at least that I'm in the part of the cycle where the cycle is sort of over and I can pause and take a breath and look back at what just happened and how I'm pointed toward it happening again, and I'm like, “damn, well there it is, samsara for you.”
It’s almost like playing The Game and how you have to say, “I just lost The Game.” Each time you remember samsara, you remember that you have also lost The Game. You lose again by thinking that there is a Game, and that it can be Won. The goal might be to remember samsara in every moment and to live in constant, eternal understanding of this cyclic existence. Though I suppose truth is like a fish and it's okay when it slips out of your hands because it's alive and wants to go back in the water and isn't it a little greedy of you to think you should be able to hold the fish forever? It's called catch and release.