abstraction

Exestential exuberance... a strange moment in existance...falling fast toward some new world, broken pieces are reforming into a bright colidascope of colors. Change is the only certain thing in existance & change may well be god. Riding the wave, but this time with a feeling of control....will this time be like the others? Will I faulter & find my existance to once again be shaddered into fragments or will this be the that all the gathered pieces become newly calicified, strong flowing bright & glistening? Fuck if I know....life truely is strange at least this time around I am on the sunny side of strange.