Life is absurd. Life is ironic. Life is an end in itself. The destination in your dreams is an illusive, hypnotic, shimmering mirage, a distraction. There is only the journey and the living along the way.
Life is its own reward, its own punishment, its own absolution. The universe, the world, the life that surrounds you, the very being of you is disarmingly and alarmingly ironic, frustrating, intriguing, priceless, fascinating and absurd.
I seek wisdom in the absurdity. I search for simplicity in the resonance created by uniting profane allegories and sacred metaphors. I find revelation in the heat created by fusing the cherished with the scorned.
