I can only hope that I am being led down the right path, these days. The world is beyond my understanding. Really, it is beyond all our understandings, but the realization of that fact usually sanity keeps at bay. We are used to the mundane certainties. My psychosis makes me feel it, how utterly out of control we all are. The thousands of decisions we make daily we owe much to chance and circumstance. What we call free will is merely a fragile strand of faith.
And now for something completely different.
A story:
A sparrow fell in the forest. No one was around. It did make a sound, though no one heard it but the sparrow itself. The sound was the last thing it heard. It lay on the ground, and it decomposed, and seeds fell upon where its body had been. A great tree rose — slowly, but steadily — from where it had lain. The tree never knew from where it came, yet the sound of the fallen sparrow was remembered thereby.
