By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; and third by experience, which is the bitterest.
Frequently life forces us to moments of solitude. Variable forces mitigate our active agency, life's paths wind in ways which wound and weary. The passing of time can uplift as quickly as oppress. Like a brick wall, all of our worries can be stopped in a moment by the transcendent beauty of the world we inhabit.
The scale and grandeur of the universe are kept outside of our bubble of blue. The atmosphere and clouds block out the eternal abyss - the eternal possibility - of the universe.
This piece calls to mind the stress and anxiety that might lead one to being alone on a rocky outcropping in an ocean or bay area. Facing toward the light, the figure would be reminded of time's transience, mortality, ennui, the existential hoplessness of optimism, the absolute neccessity for it. The various maelstroms of contradictions and compliments which house our experience.
Except it is a Cat.
Cat's lack higher cognitive functions.
Just a cat.
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