Sense

The Universe doesn't really make any real sense in terms of human understanding. Read astrophysics theories until your eyes cross and you will soon realize this. Here we are. The evolution, by which we have developed the capacity to try to make sense of The Universe, didn't really make sense. We can interpolate some patterns which explain how fins turned into legs, but it doesn't really make any sense in human, logical terms. Stand naked in front of a mirror and ask yourself if what you see makes sense.

So, isn't it interesting that we continue to try to make sense out of nonsense? Why? Perhaps we do this because it has worked for us as a species. Perhaps we do this because it is just how our brains work. After all, we try to make sense out of nonsense, but most of us live nonsensically, even while trying to make sense out of our lives. And, we often use nonsense to make sense out of our reality. Look critically at most religions.

I have discovered something. The less I try impatiently to make sense out of life's nonsense, the more capable I become to observe the nonsense patiently. Sometimes with extensive observation and reflection I can actually make some sense out of the most flabbergasting nonsense. Meditation helps. Keeping my mind uncluttered helps. Basing my own life on basic common sense helps the most.