To know my enemy... I may win half my battles...
But knowing self, I shall win them all!!
We are, as a species, so full of ourselves. We think we have conquered, in such a short span of time, the mysteries of the universe and nature that have had an unimaginable amount of time, to leg up on us!
At every corner we turn, we find a dozen different different roads to travel. Each without end. With every door we open and enter a room, we only find a dozen more doors to chose from and the one we just departed, a one way portal.
We think we know, what we don't. We fight because we can, but so does our opponent. When using strength, our opponent may appear weak, but that faint is just a deflection, a change of direction to allow for another angle of attack. We pause, and pose as we redirect ourselves, seeking a weakness to strike, and upon finding one, and committing, only discover it to be an entrapment. We brace ourselves waiting for the force of the blow while looking for an opening, to deliver an attack ourselves. Always scanning, searching, seeking an opening to invite victory, endlessly if need be, endlessly it seems, but endlessly it is.
We have developed as a species to where we are today, at this moment, through Millennia, and in our journey we have arrived here, now, in and at this place. Surely the journey has not ended, it shall continue, but we have not really arrived anywhere, nor have we conquered anything. We are awash in the infinite stream of momentary stops on the tick of a clock, each a step in movement, never ceasing, and never to be walked back on. Always forward endlessly...
But forward nonetheless...
As does our opponent!
Random thinking that needed words attached, based upon encountering some other thoughts by others, and intermixings along the way... A jumbled gaggle of thoughts