man of science, man of faith
The trappings of intuition vs logic, or how the mind battles the heart even though they are NOT distinct entities by any means. In overanalyzing and rationalizing we fail to capture some essential nature, some essence of what is... does one do any good by constantly questioning, or is this rigorous analysis precisely what is necessary to ensure the highest functioning of the psyche? Even that sounds like science paper mumbo jumbo. Something just told me to have faith. Maybe I'm self-defeating in my wariness. Trust the process, trust the flow, and no matter what everything MUST work out, even if it stops making sense in a three-dimensional context for a brief while. Time shapes the repercussions of objects and events. Reality is undeniably relative.
I'm going to put my trust in what is.
I'm going to put my trust in what is.