Spirals outward. They say the universe is exponentually expanding to the point of reverse.
Spirals inward. Supernovas and black holes. The edge of matter, time, logic, shape, form. Precipice of pure tone, static, buzzing,
Like the stem cell of undifferentiated existence.
Like how a just born witnesses the world for the first time without walls, words or gestalts.
The in breath is as important as out breath. Feminine as masculine. Night as day. Death as birth. There is no right of wrong way. There is only the way chosen in relationship with circumstance and all the little things which led us here now.
The here and now is what I know to be the only truth. Presence is the way.