no time

There is so much to do, all the time.
I seem to have a life.
But, why do I say seem?

Because, when I examine my lfe or myself, the self-reflection process requires a subject and an object, and the perceived self becomes object.

And, then, as I observe myself, the inevitable epistemological divide infiltrates the scene. .

How beautiful it is, that divide - that gaping self-reflection synapse, across which all perception must leap, which renders impossible any absolute knowledge, and gives birth to sentience, to meaning, to play.

When I express thoughts such as these, one might wonder, "Does that guy have a life?"

But, I do.
At least I seem to.
busy, busy, busy.