Flow in Beans

There are not a lot of cracks to fill by our minds anymore. Every surface is indented with colors our human eyes can’t see. After, the process continues again. And again.
You realize there is no god in the sky, no pot of gold at the end of each rainbow - only the eternal cycle of atoms bumping upon atoms in the brain. A boundless paradox.
The rain begins to make sense. You understand machines and how they work, the sources of their energy, the pieces that glue them into one system that collaborate together to perform tasks.
You hurt yourself trying to believe that there is no such thing as unconditional love, then you learn the universe is massive. So massive it may even be infinite that in the grand scheme of things we’re basically nothing next to an orange if we treat it as the whole observable universe for scale. Everything exists. Everything doesn’t exist. From nothing comes something and nothing produces nothing. Again.
You matter and then again you don’t.
Everything is possible and everything is impossible because everything is possible.
The consciousness you own denies you a level of understanding your nature and humanity deems foreign.
You crumble because every man does in the end.
The world shrinks.