The more I learn…

The more I learn, the more I study, the more I come to understand, the more it seems that everything is, at its core, completely random—and perhaps necessarily so. In that randomness lies a kind of essential meaninglessness, or rather, a meaning that emerges only as the inverse echo of its own absence, enigmatic and unresolved.

The more I learn, the more I understand that knowing, holding is not material. That experience exists before our descriptions of it, and that reality precedes (and contains) our descriptions in ways language can never completely capture.