Aperture, Pattern and Emptiness

Consider this unravelling vessel, this body, and that by some accident of blind chance or random elemental reconstitution it has come to exist (or rather – coexist) in this place, stubbornly insubordinate against the inevitability of decay and simultaneously in some sense sweetly tragic as fact and truth of subjective experience and material transience. A cybernetic logic insists that for all longings, all beliefs and the extended cognition or science of self-reflection and cumulative intellect, for all this froth and bubble of self-importance or selfless benevolence it is all little more than impermanent aperture or channel through which energy and patterned entropy-as-information pass; a gathering into ordered self-replication and a dissolution into entropy and dust. We are persistent patterns, for a time, and then we return to that emptiness, disorder and silence from where we came.