This is Absurd

bills, taxes, and flying through space

Friends.

Sorry for the double post today, but I had to share this. I mean, did you take a good look at the above picture?

Yes?

Now, look at it again.

Do you see how ABSURD this is? There are well over 100 billion galaxies like this one in our ever expanding universe.

(*Yes, EVER EXPANDING. Science tells us that there is no observable end point to the universe as it continues to expand and expand and expand.)

And us?

You and me?

We are on a floating rock called Earth that is filled with magma at its core, traveling approximately 67,000 mph around a giant ball of fire called the Sun (that is SO big, mind you, that 1,300,000 earths could fit inside of it!).

Amazing, right?

BUT.

What do we do?

You and I? We spend most of our days robbed of our awe of it all and the love we have to give as we worry about money and bills and taxes and healthcare and protecting ourselves and our livelihood.

And honestly - the whole thing is just wildly absurd, isn’t it?

I was gathering my tax stuff together the other day, packing everything up and getting ready to send it to our accountant and it struck me - struck me like a brick to the face.

Are you ready to get struck too?

Here it is:

I am hurtling through an ever expanding universe on this giant rock, trying to make money so that I can pay the bills, which will require me to make more money so I can pay more of next month’s bills, and then more money for the following month’s bills - over and over and over and over and over again until I die; and then at the end of every year for the last 20+ years I gather and keep track of all the money I earned and all the money I spent so I can tell it to my accountant who will then fill out various forms that might as will be written in Ancient Greek so that a department of people run by the government can comb through all of the money I made and take a portion of it so they can do God only knows what.

And.

I’m doing all of this on the equivalant of a speck of sand on a gigantic galactic beach.

AND.

As far as we know.

We are the only planet in that ever-expanding universe that has life on it, much less life that forces people to live like this and rob them of their awe and love and joy.

PHEW.

What I’m getting at is this: while I should be in awe of the miracle that is life and living from a place of love and connectedness to all people and all things … I’m sitting here paying bills, obsessing over making sure I document every last cent for my taxes, and forking over some of my hard-earned money so the government can pay it’s own bills.

Absurd.

And so I dropped in today to say this:

May we allow no one and nothing to rob us of our awe and love, may we vigilantly protect them always. Each of us and all that our lives entail is a miracle and there is no bill or tax statement from hell that can change that.

Time to go on the swings with Jordan before dinner.

Much love,

• Glenn || PATREON / ART STUDIO