I am placed in my surroundings,
I see and touch cars, chairs, pens and persons,
This forms a scene, but not a picture, a scenario.
I exist in Time, here there is many an assumption,
That Time is a point, a one-thing, an unseen absolute.
I interact with my scenario, and it changes me, I change it,
In Time, or through Time, a tapestry of woven cords,
We go, forward and back, changing things.
I do not seek for a meaning in this transcendence.
Some people demand a reason, some people think that time is only one point.
If they find a reason, that would imply a purpose, a cause,
For which to strive straight ahead in their single point.
I call these people juggernauts, they are like a careening vehicle,
All momentum and inertia in a straight-line motion, fixed and demanding.
I seek an interaction with my scenario,
Wherein all the things in my surroundings are symbols for another,
Cord in the tapestry of reality, another motivation, probably from another time.
We are in the centre of our realities, and there is not only one.
You might like to interpret the motivation of a symbol, I do.