Not anything-er.

It's all constantly moving. Nothing repeats. We're not going anywhere. There's no destination; no arrived. It's swirling sparkles in the air that no one else sees, but could, if they wanted to. And well that's just madness. It's choosing this instead of that and finding out what happens. Not good, or better. Not anything-er, but all at once it all just exists and also doesn't exist. Dichotomous forces pulling us all along by our teeth, or we are floating alongside, willing pawns in the game. There's learning to play the game, and then there's letting the game play you and which means which anyway?