Tomorrow

There is so much. Really, there is. You pick up this book, and you read it, and there are all these words, and we learn something, many things, and we take those things and act. You do it with movies, comics and games, too. Pick it up, learn from it, act. And then, your actions lead to outcomes, which lead to further outcomes, which lead to the creation of the future, which is never really the future, always the present, always now. And then, you take all that, and you multiply it, and multiply it, and add a little touch of nuance, and there you have it, the universe, everything, that’s all there is to it. There is so much, and yet so little. Why? Because everything we see, all that we hear, that we touch, that we know, it is all a part of the whole. And this is when, upon further inspection, we find ourselves not simply pieces of the aggregate, but the aggregate itself.

And that is the future. No, it isn’t all these intricacies, and the levels, and the complexities, and the chaos, no, none of those things. That is what we’ve been taught it is, but such is not the case. The future is order. The future is whole. The future is us. This isn’t some deep philosophical lesson I’m teaching you here, or a hidden truth that is just finally awakening. It is, it has been, and it always shall be. Knowledge will evolve not into a network of possibilities, but a single, simple form, not even an amalgam, rather one thing, all. That’s what lies ahead. That is tomorrow.

But you see, the funniest part is that evolution has nothing to do with it. The simplicity of the universe is already here, the one, the whole. And it isn’t something you don’t know or know of. It just that hasn’t been brought to your attention in some time. And, now that it has, you may do things a little differently. If you don’t, I understand. Sometimes it takes a little bit to say, “Yeah, it’s all one thing, all this.”

So yes, tomorrow is today, and today is everything. No need to cherish it, it knows you love it, and it loves you back. It’s you. It’s us. It’s butter.

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