Quanta: A temporary lull in the painfulness of living (excerpt)

 sometimes I feel like I am on the edge of dissolving
Into the quanta constituents that make me up.
 A bunch of racing elementary particles and energy
Like ripples on the ocean all independent and interconnected
At the same time.  Only this time there is no time, just the spaces between
Moments like falling rain drops
Each capturing something unique about the nothingness
Of which it is made.

Other times not so much.

Anyway, I think this will hold together for me
I just have to keep reminding myself
That prosperity is the glue that makes all this stick together
But then again it is not that.
Money is a sign of the quality that makes this reality all stick together
It is not the quality of the "stickiness of reality" itself
So see I am not so crazy.
I simply seek the glue itself when money should suffice.
But then the glue is the source of the quanta which is prosperity also.

Believe in the harmony of Nature,
Congruity between the scales of existence.
Why do they call it Chaos Theory
Except for the fact the it will drive you to distraction
To contemplate the infinite coastline of the mind.