Everything I write

Everything I write:

only to note that everything I write will probably, eventually, be contradicted in another day of writing. It’s just the way things are, creatively so, for me at least. I’m not interested in spiritual ideals, nor anything that needs to meet a certain standard of community proof — even the science that’s occasionally mentioned here is simply a matter of convenience for me, a subject for a story, fiction really, lyrical prose. Something that has worth for me as beauty.

nothing more.

in this way, I guess I am a seeker after all, always a pursuit of beauty, searching for that one line that uncovers an underlying sense of grace, connection, and possibilities. Or perhaps seeker isn’t exactly right after all, more to the point it’s a revelation, that beauty is inherently present through every description of the world, and it’s simply a wait for the proper words to find me.

everything I write is in hope that beauty will be reveled.

even if only by single line.

and it’s all fiction, again even the science that I write of is just a story, presented with facts, yes, but truthfully it all remains a mystery, an interpretation of the universe in way we understand. Yet it’s an incomplete story, never quite able to capture the entirety of the whole. Science is an impossible task…