O had been traveling for quite some time never in hopes to gain ‘knowledge’ and ‘understanding’. He had to trudge-a-muck and whatnot to get to his so-called final resting ‘place’.
Along his ‘journey’ he had no choice but to dictate and devour every significant arising occurrence, because he knew the weary wonder and then react for the meetings. These meetings were never in order but always happening precisely when the need to . So they can be observed, calculated and manipulating- by intention.
More about the meetings, later.
O was conceived at a marvelous time where genius did not exist. Somewhere most marvelous only preoccupying ones mind as the reflection of ‘true’ comprehended existence and hopefully not ‘beyond’. Like a photograph: taken. When you fail to recall the moment, but built in are the irreverently placed o r n a m e nts preceding and following - preceding, then following.
The part he, or she: for this matter: may or may not realize was that he - or she - was to remember and recognize these instances only in hopes to find meaning.
What happens next? We do not all wonder. But only together we do try to understand one another- but never us. Naturally its oneself who cannot fully decipher but believes that he or she possesses a ‘true’ perspective. This folly is unfortunately what assembles to make up the truth.
The only true perspective is diffused among all who engage in the meetings; when they do not expect and foreshorten opportunities to engage. Engage. Engage.