Everything I Write

Everything I write: 

only to note that everything I write will probably, eventually, be contradicted in another day of writing. It's just the way things are, creatively, for me at least. I'm not interested in spiritual ideals, nor anything that needs to meet a certain standard of community proof - even the science that's occasionally mentioned here is simply a matter of convenience for me, a subject for a story, fiction really, lyrical prose. Something that has worth for me as beauty.   

nothing more. 

in this way, I guess I am a seeker after all, always a pursuit of beauty, searching for that one line that uncovers an underlying sense of grace, connection, and possibilities. Or perhaps seeker isn't exactly right after all, more to the point it's a revelation, that beauty is inherent through every description of the world and it's simply a wait for the proper words to find me. 

everything I write is in hope that beauty will be reveled.

even if only by single line.

and it's all fiction, again even the science that I write of is just a story, presented with facts, yes, but truthfully it all remains a mystery, an interpretation of the universe in way we understand. Yet it's an incomplete story, never quite able to capture the entirety of the whole. Science is an impossible task, as is philosophy, and every religion as well. But science embraces this truth, uses it to continue adding chapters to its story, realizing that mystery reveals itself through the action of pursuit, asking the right questions, experimenting, having a willingness to fail and be proven wrong. 

it makes the story interesting. 

for me, I'm not a scientist, but I am my own kind of storyteller, lyrically so, poetry in a sense - everything I write about is the story of this moment, temporary and brief, a glimpse of reality, but no more. Just a glimpse. More importantly, it's my glimpse, my own view within reality and doesn't have to be proven true to anyone, not even to myself as confirmation of experience is always subjective, although in a certain sense it's often shared, it still belongs to each of us alone. 

we all tell our own stories.

and this is just one of mine. 

~

Peace, Eric