Another small apocalypse

To what end?

To what end do I strive?

To what end do we all strive?

To what end the human species?

To what end the cosmos?

To what endlessness is the end?

Normal is not the end we seek.

Normal is over, we agree.

Normal was your default mode.

Normal was your meaning system

Normal told you who you are and where you are and where you may and may not go.

Reality is that which rips to pieces your map of Normal and drops you into the wilderness.

Reality is the ocean of transformative chaos.

Reality is the creator destroyer.

Reality always wins.

Reality reminds me to pay attention and take responsibility for evolution.

Reality has a human face.

Reality has your face.

You unbind all scriptures, scatter their pages on the floor, and throw the words like seeds.

You come in through my window and press your finger on my forehead.