Gosh, I would never suppose to know the “answers” or “explanations” to those kinds of wild serendipity. I’m not a profit, like the Seaweed King is. I am merely human and mortal and regular (with fiber anyway). I wouldn’t even know where to begin. I would guess our respective perceptions about those kinds of things are probably in lock step. I am distinctly eastern in my ontological view. I reconcile my western drive for order by reminding myself that those forces that seem, somehow, mystical, or metaphysical are actually natural cosmic sunder that we have yet to learn how to quantify to our obsessive, rational western heart’s content. If the human race exist long enough, they may come close. 
(I am not joking, just this very second at 6:46 the skies over this parcel of Sonoma County shed a thunderous torrent of rain and hail in the sunny sky with massive cumulonimbus clouds drifting around up there. It is going to be a beautiful sunset)
I suppose the closest I get to that area of exploration is when I write about the elements I observe in nature. I guess that means quite often, since I write everyday for untold number of hours about those phenomena. The craft of writing has opened my eyes wider than I ever believed it possible. I now understand how everything is all the same in principal: the left, right, center, born again, agnostic, scholar, lay man, writer, homosexual, homophobic, preacher’s son, sorcerer, and on and on. I feel a greater connection to the world around me. I feel more a part when I think about this way.  

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This experience is a process within a processes, as intricate as physics experiment-at least the way I approach it it is. I am not content to sit back and spin yarns, though I am learning that is what people prefer to read. I don’t. I love good fiction, but I read mainly non-fiction: speculative science, agriculture, self-help and lots of REALLY GOOD fiction. All of this together clarifies untold numbers of my doubts and uncertainties about everything. In terms of specific examples, ah, I don’t really have the gusto right now to drop those on the scene and into this thread, but I will get back to ya’ll in regards to that matter. 
This sums my philosophy up in a vague way. I’m sure this nothing new to you, but it’s the way I order the universe.  If you concede that no matter can EVER be created or destroyed, then you agree there is no end point to anything, because everything is energy, which is matter-our ideas and mental imagery are matter. Zero is a theoretical assumption within a finite designation. Also, detach linear assignations and designations from your language center so that the societal implied value of a words which are entirely subjective won’t skew your impressions of my statement. Take these words as literal to my implication specifically. Which is what, exactly? 
We live in a world within a world within a world, infinite directionally within a spatial plane that itself is within a world within a world, and so on and so forth A-fucking-men to that! The short answer is, who fucking knows? Nobody does, has ever or will ever be able to “know” the cut of the jib, so to speak, because there is no “____” whatever the fuck. That said, it is also then an absolute truth that nothing is true all is permitted and anything, I mean ANYTHING, is possible.
From what I have gathered over the years my philosophy or world view has taken shape to form what I call my spiritual identity. There is nothing spooky to my conception, and that which I am comprised is the same as every single being on this planet, but in a unique Claret de Jonathan Soldanza. The connotation taken by the semantic implication is, in my opinion, meant to imply the following: we need to seek equilibrium with our environment in all facets of our being (mental, emotional, physiological etc..) And always with a skeptical eye on truth, but not at the expense of exploring new possibilities-those are endless…..