nihilistic zen
I. The Noise
The world is a relentless signal.
Opinions, data, demands, identities.
It is a wall of static we mistake for truth.
Do not try to read it.
Do not try to fix it.
Step back until the noise becomes texture.
When you stop trying to understand the chaos, it becomes beautiful.
II. The Mask
We polish the face we show the world.
We layer it with meaning, hoping to be seen.
But the face is just paper.
It tears. It fades. It glitches.
There is a relief in the rotting.
Let the image crumble.
The you that remains beneath the debris is the only thing that is real.
III. The Line
We draw bright, hard lines to feel safe.
Caution. Stop. Look here.
We crave the certainty of a border in a boundless world.
But the line is a lie we tell ourselves.
It does not hold back the flood.
It only highlights where we are afraid to look.
IV. The Void
Anxiety is the fear of the outcome.
Freedom is the death of the outcome.
To move with true grace, you must be willing to destroy everything you have built.
The perfect stroke is not a creation; it is a surrender.
Relax your hand.
Accept the end before you begin.
When you no longer care if the image lives or dies, you finally become the brush.
V. The Quiet
Nothing is what it seems.
Everything is transient.
This is not a tragedy; it is a permission slip.
If nothing lasts, then nothing is heavy.
Let go of the weight.
Be the glitch. Be the ink. Be the silence.
