everything will always be okay in the end

You remember how good it feels to sleep, now your answer should be yes and no, you re-member re-join and re-emerge with this gift of sleep seeping us closest to death, the peace, the lightness, the nothing and everything within those moments is true bliss, we have no clue how many pauses we've gone through that sat us right next to death, the idea of death is scarily beautiful in the number of times we've held hands, gazed in each other's eyes and become one again and again over and over, we don't really remember but we re-member, a member of this whole, outside the concept walls of 'time' how long were we gone for?

What if we're always just on the verge, that's exactly what it is, and yet before deaths finally met we’ve all met deaths, I read in an amazing book recently that we are the process, the process of that which life may progress through, as I type, that is something in motion, as I rest and lay, a process in motion, as I cry, dance, laugh, walk, breathe, it all happens within the process of the process, so to say we are the process could sum up 'being' in the simplest way, and within that are the ripples of creation, we create, we are creators, creating, producing, progressing, processing, what the fuck are we?

Even to boil it down to the simplest, the boil will rise again to the top of the pot, inevitably if the stove is never turned off till it's turned off, and that I know is always on the verge, and yet turning something off is a process in which could and is being repeated again and again, and so is never truly off, never truly stops, never truly declines, never truly reaches that top …

Man… why can’t we all talk about things like this everyday, pondering whilst drifting on ponds, but even I struggle unless I type.