Still

Dear Diary:
All systems break down from too much noise, information that can’t be meaningfully interpreted and managed.
When change is too frequent for reaction.
When there are too many moving parts to track.
When the linkages and consequences are too long and diverse to monitor.
When learning curves are endless and not recyclable, and skills and knowledge are then not transferable.
When goals dissolve, lost in the flurry and the blurry.
When passion is diluted in the ocean.

This is when, in the heat of the boiling quagmire, entropy defeats order.
When in the dancing landscape, we have no melody to follow, the rhythm is erratic, harmony spills into conflict, and there are no meaningful lyrics to heed…

Still, there is the siren of the eternal and infinite wisdom of the cosmos.
Still, there is quiet within the noise.
Still, there is the oneness, connectedness with the beyond.
Still, there is order.
Still, the heart.
Still, the soul.
Still perpetual.
Still…