Trying to decipher the cosmos beyond the noise.
Trying to filter it, manage it, so that we can see the truth behind that noise.
But life is chaos. Being is messy.
Look at your clean hands. Behold of your tidy lab. And try to understand.
You are the noise!
Trying to impose patterns where there are butterflies and storms.
Trying to force logic in a chaotic irrational world.
This is what you fail to grasp with your limited brain.
There is nothing tidier than a messy rain…
Poetic Philosophy 