The simple fact we are linear, goal oriented creatures, in a cyclical, reciprocal and feedback generated reality, does go a long way to explaining why we are at odds with nature.

Rather than riding the waves up and down, we invariably march off the highest cliffs.

Even the idea of purpose is a goal. What drives us is the fact we desire, not so much the objects of our desire.

The spiritual absolute is the essence of sentience, from which we rise, not an ideal of wisdom and judgement, from which we fell. More the new born child, than the wise old man.

Yet we have to organize and order those passions, or they will consume us. As in this consumer culture, where every desire and impulse is glorified to sell something, or stir up a mob.

So we are stuck between the anarchies of desire and the tyrannies of judgement. The heart and the head.

Energy pushing out, as form coalesces in. Like galaxies.

The absolute is the black hole at the center, the eye of the storm, where all energy has radiated away and form has flatlined. While the energy radiates toward infinity, seeding other galaxies, as they seed ours.

There is no ends, just horizon lines.