The pink elephant is sitting on the sofa

It is so on our face.

What is going on. Life with all its logical reasoning seems improbable. Something is wrong somewhere. There is something about life and all existence that doesn’t add up.

The often ignored fabric of the universe is so fundamental to all that is. There is an obvious question that is inherently screamed at us in every motion we perceive. Why are we not amazed?

At the base of everything is emptiness. Why are we not able to perceive this pointless vacuum of dark silent inactivity that would eventually nullify anything we do.

No matter how our life changes, the stars would always remain the same.