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[typhren]

The ebb and flow of everything in life never ceases to amaze. Through certain interpretations they can be incredibly humbling also. I can't help but be reminded that everything we percieve and experience as seeming polar opposites are acting to recognize and create the other through the contradiction of their natures. Even my own opinion of the matter hangs on a ever-shifting balance of congruence and inocngruence thereto. Naturally, I enjoy the higher moments of wonder and joy though admittedly those are the intervals when I progress the least. The impending alternative to follow is of course, the less enjoyable but more powerful interludes whose sequences at first seem disjointed but through greater fragmentation finally cadence in a greater understanding than before, mostly of myself. Even the solid-tempo composition of the Baroque era seem to be in their own right a reflection of our existence though less obvious than later Romantic and Impressionist pieces. I often wonder if these pendulous yin-yang states will ever coalesce into a singular, balanced understanding or if I (we?) are for the remainder of our lives condemned to/blessed with it's tides. Perhaps if and when the motion stops our lives might cease to have meaning, signaling the end of our conscious existence only to mark the beginning of a (possibly) unconscious unmanifestaion, again a diametric opposition which I suppose serves to establish the unified reality of the contrasting proponents.

Now I don't want to delve further into the annals of circular logic but straight-line Cartesian rationalism seems to be ridden with unexplainable complications anyway.