Nothing Is Happening.

Everything Is Happening.

Both True.

At The Same Time.

The Brain doesn’t like it.

But.

If A Lump Of Clay.

Is Formed into A Giraffe.

Then A Monkey.

Then A Fish.

Then A Tiger.

Then A Clown.

What actually happened?

Nothing Ever Happened.

Clay was Always Clay.

But.

It’s so Beautiful.

To Appreciate Clay.

Being A Giraffe.

Being A Monkey.

Being A Fish.

Being A Tiger.

Being A Clown.

That’s what Clay Does.

That’s The Point.