Are we all the paper tumbling down the road windy night changing direction suddenly going this way now. Its composition dictates how it tumbles if it floats high as the plastic bag if it needs force like the errant cardboard but it is the wind that moves it. So my legs move the same according to my composition at the time swinging high to climb windy stairs floating low on exhaustion or injury Maybe this is why it feels good not to try be like the wind let the breeze take you Maybe trying is only an illusion Even when you succeed the wind was already going to take you there based on your composition at the time. Outside of sequential time all that will happen because of who you are at the time has already happened because of who you are your “future” is only reality catching up to it.