My experience is of infinite simplicity and infinite complexity.
As what I am – as this awake space, as capacity for the world as it appears to me – there is infinite simplicity. It’s far simpler than what the word simplicity usually points to.
As what this forms itself into – my experience of the world, of any content of experience, of this human self – there is infinite complexity. The world as it appears to me is infinitely complex.
It’s impossible to ever understand, there is always infinitely further to go.
I love this infinite simplicity and infinite complexity.
I love this infinite simplicity forming itself into the experience of this infinite complexity.
I love that there is always further to go. I love that I am always inevitably just scratching the surface of whatever it is I am exploring.
I love the adventure of it. The adventure that’s always fresh and new.