Digestive System

We are creatures of meaning, we search it and find it and eat it, even when meaning is not there. It is hard to face the reality that there's no meaning outside our minds: the wandering galaxies that make the universe represent a limitless desolation. And our hunger is not easily satiated. It makes us consume randomness and chaos dressed as order, propaganda and lies as promises of plenty, bullshit as method. It is very hard to understand what to accept and what to reject. One road is trust. Trust the words of someone who does good in accordance to what she says (or said, it might be from a book of a long dead author), and use them as an anchor to trust more things. Be skeptical of parasitic meaning, which is legion, but be open to the those meanings that multiply in you. Be fruitful. A garden.