I exist by accident

I exist by accident, unplanned but the result of billion trillion unexpected results that shared my eventual DNA and symbiotic entrenching in one form after the next until a sort of critical mass was attained in the meaty brain tissue of this zygote. the consciousness has no form and is empty of its own, only being while the universe takes shape through the inclinations of the formless holder of the possibilities and probabilities that eventually compose the entrailing and entraining formations of this stalagmite and stalactite enduration of galactic events. I see a row of images reflected from two mirrors, in one is the reflection and in the other the reflection of the reflection but then the speed of light carries the million images into an unfathomable series of repetitions that though seemingly a rabbit hole that could be followed, ends up right where you are looking at the mirror. you are a mirror and before you is a mirror and everything you see is the supposed past and future but all there is, is the mirror of life, there is no sense of time or space but in the reflected images that speed into endless repetitions and that is what is called living. this is the space of your existence, from the surface of the mirror to the eye reflecting the reflection. the senses cannot distinguish even a fraction of the lights dynamic movement, but there is not an inch of truth in its travel to your brain. upside down and stripped of all its higher and lower vibrations we see only the images that remain and all are the music of the mind, sensing and selecting what it wants to experience. imagining movement and others in the molecule thickness of the surface of the mirror, reflecting the symphony of the senses created in the desire of the form. are you an accident also? is this not a strange thing to be, flesh of the form taken from the need of the mind to create a life to be lived for the moment, that seems to be forever because of the reflection of itself upon itself. I know I am a mirage and that has freed my consciousness from the vehicle of the internal observer, the fascinated formless self that embodied, looked into the mirror of the mind and created senses to experience, thoughts to remember and pictures to hold, while all is formless and empty why not? what could the harm be in a little self created entertainment center, where you can go at the mall after dinner.