A Table for How Many?

(OB1 Says)

The Universe is its own meal.

Don't Blame Me

(OB1 Thinks)

The Universe it its own excuse.

You are Here

(OB1, being an expression thereof, said)

The Universe is its own destiny.
(Unless something bigger eats it.)

Never Never Never Never, Maybe

(OB1 says)

Self-deception is the easiest thing to do,
And the hardest thing to admit.

Ashes, the Unstruck Match Burns

(I write)

The path I walk is, at the same time,
like a straight line, from day to day; yet
meandering here and there, from moment to moment;
both purposeful and purposeless,
depending on the shifting sands of my attitude;
and most certainly like a labyrinth,
if I am willing to surrender and not surrender
at the same time.

Wandering in circles, loops, back and forth,
I walk a straight path,
from beginning to end,
here in one moment, gone the next.
Existence, regardless.