That feeling of deep connection
that often arises from solitude;

the fear that everyone is watching,
and that no one is watching;

the anxiety of trying to control everything,
and the relief of realizing you’re not in control at all;

the way we live larger & deeper,
only by dying many small deaths first;

the understanding of both your own life’s significance
and your simultaneous cosmic insignificance;

the need to be exquisitely present,
but not think about the present, lest you remove yourself from it;

the feeling that everything matters & has meaning,
but also nothing really matters all that much;

how it all makes sense when we stop craving sense—

these are the paradoxes in which we live.