How intentional could someone really be?
You set your parameters, establish your goals,
and decide to see the work through to end.
With proper application of knowledge,
you get exactly what you set out to get.
It is always disappointing.
But usually, you get so much more.
And that’s what it’s all about. The extra on top.
Whatever people didn’t inscribe into the divine plan themselves
are the things they want the most,
if not the things they wanted all along.
The world.
People want the world,
or at least, some kind of world of their own
regardless of how big or small it is.
They want something to be theirs.
Does whatever they want want them back?
Easy to say if it’s a person.
Tricky if otherwise.
Does totality want us?
Were we a goal? The goal? Or just some parameters?
For what goal? For what extra?
What could the world receive when it already has everything?
Nothing.
But that place
far,
into that horizon
infinitely far away
preceding all forms and formation?
Everything.
It receives everything.
An eternal seed,
macrocosmic,
each moment making
its scope that much more colossal.
Its parameters divined
by minds,
myriad.
