much ado about something

Some of us say we come from Atlantis, or from Texas, or from some biochemical accident of evolution. We stop at those places (every beginning story is a stop) because it gives us some sense of enjoyment and of power (another form of enjoyment). With each of these come-from stories, we decide and announce that we are something. When we become something, we enter the world of death. A something has a life expectancy (reckoned by some as having a “half-life” – a counting up and then a counting down). When we be-come some-thing, we de-fine ourselves, make ourselves less fine. When we stop at these de-fined places of origin, we assume a stance. Every stance is a trance. Trance-ition is not transition. Trance is death. The thing we think we are will die, is dying already. When we become as something we die. When we become as nothing we do not die. Nothing never dies. Nothing gives birth to all something. When we think we are something, we enter the valley of death. Do not stop at something. If you are going to stop, stop at nothing.