Meaning through increments; must it be grand to matter?
In moments of quiet, void of fires, my mind wallows for meaning. I can’t help but search. I hope to confirm there is a lacing of meaning woven throughout the threads of mine and our actions. I know I attempt to act with intention. I feel it matters, but why? I wish for a compass, map, rather than my scattered senses processed through threads of cognition. How can I accurately measure my movement without this?…