Where it all made sense

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“Finding meaning, like losing meaning, involves pleasure as well as pain. But then losing meaning, like finding it, does too, as the best nonsense reminds us.”

I ask myself about the asking and wonder if we really form the right questions. If we are unhappy with the response, or lack of it, we might need to question the question, instead of blaming the answer. For in Wonderland, where we all can choose our roles, I usually think, instead of asking "Who am I today?", it might perhaps be wiser to ask "Who do I want to be today?". 

We swim in deep sinkholes with naked tree branches pointing up from the heavy and thick sulfide layer, where everything is deadly silent and life seems to have frozen for a while. Perhaps all in order for us to calmly catch our breaths and rest from reality for a minute or two. We swim out from the caverns into the bright light, knowing that the world isn't negotiable, but a place that demands living. It is the contradiction of environments and perspectives that creates the near-life-experience and it is impossible to remain unaffected in these places that make one want to stay forever. 

“Everything's got a moral, if only you can find it” 

And it is possible to get so mad at something (or someone) that one cries all way down to the mist. Stranger things have happened and crying and diving is not necessary a bad combination. It passes, eventually, and then someone takes your hand and swims you out of the misery. For there is a place, in the midst of the beauty, where it all makes sense and life presents itself with a certain kind of clarity. And if that is the answer, it surely does something to the question.

“I am real! said Alice, and began to cry.

If I wasn’t real, she said – half laughing through her tears – I shouldn’t be able to cry.”

Quotes from Lewis Carroll's Alice in Wonderland

All the Alice stories.