It's 5pm on a Saturday. I am still groggy from an afternoon nap and making coffee. It is those drip coffee thingies that you put a filter in, spoon in the coffee in the filter and pour hot water on top of that. Fixated at the water percolating through, I note the pretty patterns of oily bubbles on the coffee grounds. Rainbow colors. Nature is pretty. I find myself smiling in some abstract joy. But then I wonder whether finding beauty in simple nature things is an evolutionary trait. It helps find pleasure, meaning, purpose, will through life. I see emaciated and dead bodies of people who lacked this sense and succumbed to depression or lack of desire to live. And I again find myself smiling in some abstract joy at the wonder of shaping through evolution. And then, I think of the circularity of the whole damned thing as I wonder if this is maya. The illusion of the world.
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