The end of October

October must end.
it may be argued that it never began.

Many philosophers have contemplated the true nature of reality, or even if there is a true nature, or a reality or any contemplation "upon it".
i have a rather simplistic view myself.
awareness is a potentiality, created by the consciousness necessitated by the needs of life.
and so, this awareness, gives rise to the awareness that there is a relationship between what happens, what is experienced and the various meanings that subsequently arise.
contemplation upon the temporal nature of ones existence, creation and meaning, are then unavoidable.
what is true, where it starts, where it ends, are meaningless contemplations, because they all negate the ongoing truth, outside of the physical form, of the existence of only arbitrary beginnings and quite literally, arbitrary endings.

i heard Dr. earth on television today, saying that all humans were, living, breathing earth. because dirt, is plants, is humans. we are just created out of dirt. we are just a form of dirt.

so it must be the case that our consciousness arises from dirt

which is a great idea, yet, just an idea.
the larger point being, that the philosophical contemplation of anything, is only as good, as the ability to produce insight into and upon our lives.

that insight, to be meaningful, must impact our actions and result in a fuller loving understanding and awareness of the only thing that matters in our lives.