This infinite ocean

Pain is a marker, as love is too. They toll the days. Days that bring our end. But life: a shaped chaos.

Endless; beyond our capability of recognition, in that reality where nothing is fixed.

There is no door or ladder, no stair, nor portal. No you or eye. There is only all. This infinite ocean in which we are carried by the wake.

(digital painting: created 2021; 2953 x 3543 px)