I am in my kitchen. Upstairs, a washing machine is agitating so violently that it is gently shaking everything.

At first I do not notice this. I enter the room, and stand near the table. The fruit is agitated. I think: that’s strange, the fruit is vibrating. I walk over to the other side and the glasses jingle. I think: now it is the glasses.

Of course, it is actually me. Where I am standing, and how my weight is distributed is actually focusing and transmitting the vibrations from above.

And this is, approximately, how it is in life.

The giant washing machine above is agitating so violently that it is literally shaking everything into birth and death. And where we stand… is a crucial aspect in all we ascertain from our observations… since it may -invoke- those observations from an otherwise more chaotic constellation of relationships.