Is it a natural thing for a caring person to accept a seemingly non caring creative awareness as his or her center?
Are matter and life expressed without a care? Are caring and meaning created and satisfied or not — along the way?
Are we missing something? Something that’s with us all the time? Is it our sole support, our truth, the being, the human animal? Are we in its way?
Is it that it does’t realize that it’s in a game? Is it that it obeys every command, a butler without compare?