nature has a fierce way of reminding me that we are nothing but a microscopic vessel in a much larger game. we are pawns to the Gods that bless us with energy. they dictate the direction and we just power our little motorboat in the large sea before us. often we may have an inkling of where we're going based off intuition, maps, co-ordinates, gps, but really, we are being dragged by something much larger; the current, the wake of God releasing the odds for more into our fucking soul. we are feeding off the vibrations for when to push and when to pull. we all feel em, you just have to want to feel them. don't ignore what feels right and do not double down on the route that feels cursed by something darker. sometimes these routes can look awfully similar and thats where experience pays, learning what the etchings of the caves look like, what do they tell you, what do they smell like. can you see the screams of past explorers run through the carvings in the wall that were made with teeth and claws. there are signs in everything, just requires us to pay attention to the finer things without giving too much power to the finer things because then you go insane in the worst possible way, but is that such a bad thing? to be cursed by the art of paying attention to the highest degree? probably, because then you realise how fucking ugly the world actually is. a layer of ignorance allows beauty to much of the ugly that lies beneath. not sure how we got here. but nature is a beast you cannot tame, only listen to and move with.