Stutterings

Is it possible to stutter something profound?

Stumbling upon greatness

But really? Is anything coincidental?

These thoughts, festering and brewing in your mind

Waiting and waiting and waiting

Building pressure

Ready to pounce

Possessing your tongue

Spewing forth and erupting

Like some kind of volcanic word vomit

A Requiem

This is a video my friend, who is an amazing artist, made. I dedicate it to everyone.

Matter is Neither Created nor Destroyed

There’s some natural law somewhere that says: Matter is neither created nor destroyed. Which begs the question: Does anything finite actually exist?

Is it possible that everything, absolutely everything, in the universe is immortal? Not in the way we think about it, of course – obviously, nothing lives forever in the sense some of us would like it to…but for example: when a building catches fire, the actual atoms that it was made up of are simply transformed into smoke or debris, which eventually mixes into the world around it. When something decomposes, again, it just becomes a part of the world.

I think a lot of times we make ourselves unhappy because we refuse to accept the fact that nothing is finite. Everything changes and evolves; its not necessarily destroyed…just different.

That’s the thing. We get so stuck on defining things and get frustrated when we can’t because a definition assumes a certain finiteness that cannot be attributed. Some questions just can’t be answered. Some things just are. And five minutes later it may be different than what you thought it was…as the Czechs say “The afternoon knows what the morning never suspected.”

Defining everything is like pinning the wings of a butterfly: you see something beautiful, so you want to examine it further but in doing so, you have destroyed the freedom and beauty that you fell in love with in the first place. For some things, its better to exist in its natural, free state and understanding that they’re beautiful is enough. Do we really need to know why?

Besides, you don’t need a definition to understand something. Just remember to be flexible…because nothing is set in stone.

Whisper Something Profound

I have a confession to make: I hate words. They completely confine those things that seem limitless; making you feel inadequate because you can never accurately capture anything with words. Their permanence is appalling, forever recording thoughts, feelings, experiences, and people that are forever evolving. I wish I had something better than these limp, pathetic words for my self-expression, but I am bound by my limitations and must make do with what life has given me.

All I can do is offer you my words. I hope that they are enough. More importantly, I hope you listen because I don’t know what else to give you.

Welcome

Welcome all to the Muttering of a Wandering Alchemist! This blog will be rather eclectic, I will most likely write about whatever strikes me for that day, so moral of the story: Expect the Unexpected.