Little changes on an every day basis. And yet the graph is either moving upward or downward. Of course the exact direction that it moved in in a given period of time can only be determined once that time period has gotten over and the movement happened.
But as objective as this visual may seem, the implications of it aren't as straightforward. By that I mean, from a given plane the graph may seem as one line. But zoom in further and you see it's a bunch of thin intertwined lines, and zoom in even further and each thin line is a bunch of intertwined lines. Where each line represents one of the many paradigms that form the larger picture whose progress you're trying to measure.
Of course this graph that you see is part of an even bigger line that represents something way more macro, but zooming out to that plane requires time that you may not have at hand.
So anyway, the central graph has its highs and lows - the lows always more intense and longer lasting than the highs.
When the highs come, they're nice. You tell yourself not to feel them completely because they're so ephemeral and might disappear on you without warning. But when the lows come, they don't seem ephemeral at all. They seem all-consuming, like a 1000-tonne ship on fire, sinking on top of your chest.
The graph moves upward and downward every second, and yet it moves so little that you hardly see anything. I guess all that matters is that on a large enough timeline, the graphs all move upward. That's a state of happiness, when everything's in an upswing.
The thing is, eventually everything is upswing. The graph is defaulted to move upwards. It's all an illusion, anyway.
So what is life?
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