i think that i finally understand what Kundera meant by the “unbearable lightness of being”

it is that nothing can really be pinned down

not the self

nor the self’s perception of its environment

nor history

nor the moment

even things in a so-called solid state can be moved , or buried or worn-down

and certainly not time

everything is always changing

whether it is perceived to be or not

and, ironically, there is a weight to this knowledge

it is one that we all carry

and when held in consciousness

it is unbearable, this lightness

it is that most primal and inevitable grief,

that everything must be let go

all things both internal and ex

self (the prism through which everything is understood) and beauty

joy and cognition

story and transcendence

love

landscape

all of it

(though, i could be wrong)