This is a beautiful piece, its philosophical musings taking on a personal, almost physical urgency, as if the answers to these questions meant everything, and I think maybe they do.

"There is no hard. There is no wet./No time without motion." And then... "Is it incidental order?" and "Rules within rules..." The illusion of solidity, within a clearly ordered framework whose order is, as yet, and probably always, just beyond our understanding, can't help but inspire such questioning. Really enjoyed this :)