There is only one direction

So unexpected. That the pavement, the alternating red and grey squares, would smile at me so. That the devious downtown streets would lead me wandering blind into a forgotten friend. That oblivion all encompassing would inspire creation; and noise, music. That from the chaos, beauty would emerge. Like flowers sprouting from barren concrete.
That life would converege here, as if by design. Lines intersecting and weaving a stronger fabric. I’m coming to believe more in fate and less in reason. For there is no absolute knowledge by reason or otherwise; there is only doing and experiencing. We’re like fish in water. If we wait and ponder, we will suffocate and die.