We worship at the alter of complexity and efficiency, but they have their limits.

Peak efficiency will be when we can do everything with nothing. The black hole at the center.

We understand a good bit of the complex, it's the simple that is hard to process. We can better identify with the chicken, than the egg.

Logically a spiritual absolute would be the essence of sentience, from which we rise, not an ideal of wisdom and judgement, from which we fell. Ideals are not absolute and the father figure lawgiver was just a social tool to control a constantly regenerating population. Basically children's stories.

Without the ups and downs, it's a flatline and our current wave has peaked. The abyss is staring back.

The mother of all reality checks is in the mail.