There is nothing but circumstances and consequences producing, developing, creating, generating circumstances and consequences as far as the eye can see, or the mind imagine. Over time, patterns form, repeat, stabilize, appear to be permanent. Nothing is permanent but the process. Consciousness is imagination, realization, recognition, seeing patterns, making connections, shaping experience, being shaped by experience, producing stories, creating the world we live in, using only circumstances and consequences as guides. We make it all up. We live in a fictional universe. Calling it rational. Saying it makes sense. Nothing makes sense. It is a random collection of circumstances and consequences, and we make of it what we will. And kill one another over disagreements about what it is and what it means, and we make it all up. To stabilize our world and order our life, because we like balance and harmony. Everything likes balance and harmony. Homeostasis and equilibrium are the purpose and goal of it all. Quieting the noise. Reducing the complexity. Making peace. Eden. Nirvana. Heaven. The Farther Shore. Paradise... Circumstances producing consequences creating circumstances and consequences, as far as the eye can see. Anything we can say about it is our way of squaring ourselves up with it. Making peace. That being the case, why take it seriously? Why not relax into it? Relish it? Enjoy it? Embrace it? Lose ourselves in the wonder of it, laughing with it, dancing with it, playing with it, all the way?