The world does not make sense.
Scratch that – humanity does not make sense.
Nature blossoms then wilts, flows then ebbs, with some grace, free from the warped rationality of “higher” consciousness.
Watching yet another senseless horror on the news is simply senseless self-harm.
So I open to sensation. What is before me now. Purposefully close the door on sensationalism. Outrage with no target. What I cannot change.
I am not an ostrich.
I am not part of this gaggle, either.
I am most likely one of the bunnies, twitching in the shrubs. Hoping it is safe. Hoping that all the other bunnies are safe tonight, too.