I don't know anything

“But, again, it’s not just living things. I mean, it’s all the same. It’s all energy. Everywhere. That’s all I really see, y’know, in everything I… And energy is always moving. It’s forces . . . pushing and pulling . . . reacting with each other. Remember how we talked about pushing and pulling in relationships? Yeah, everything we know is just whatever might show energy’s motion in moments of time. It could be plants, chemicals, atoms, galaxies… It’s all moving in the same circular patterns. From star fields, to particles . . . and whatever’s in-between . . . it’s all the same. It’s all gravity. It’s all waves and arcs we see as things just wanting to be what they are. And no, I don’t mean ‘wanting’ in the way we want things. But maybe, really, I do. Of course I think we’re doing it too. We’re part of it, even down to our personalities . . . all the little filters and games we love to play . . . our ideas, and thoughts, and imaginations, and… It’s all the same. It all works the same way. Our ideas want to spring to life the same way we do. Our language and how we communicate . . . the way those things can be recorded now on iuns and connected so easily with everything else. But even though each thing only wants to exist as much as it can, nothing can be an end in itself. Again, energy is always moving . . . always shifting and balancing. Of course there’s something special in the way we can recognize it all. I’m not saying I don’t want to be a person, or I don’t want to be me. I guess it’s just . . . I’m having trouble getting past those, y’know . . . the ironies and other temporary things . . . pretty much everything I’ve been telling you. It’s like I see something like a machine underneath it all. And I can’t tell you how big the machine is. But I hear it echo from the inside just the same: ‘Make me work!’”