Clockwork Universe

The 20th of April, 2026

The cold, mushy ground walked upon in winter’s past is warmed and dried in the heat of the day. The springtime sun kisses my carpet through my window as the trees weep for company in the green haze in the shimmering sunlight of noon. As unbelievable as it is, time continues to pass. In this inevitable passage, I have been granted new things; often, the passage of time does this. Chief among these new things: I’ve moved! My new life in Osh Towers has been fruitful, and things have settled enough to return to my typical webmaster activities.

One aspect of being a lifeform is that all things have a bit of emotion baked into them. Stuff like moving into a new space rearranges some pieces inside your brain inherently, and you find yourself thinking new thoughts or thinking over old thoughts in new ways. Some of this introspection is also inevitable now that I have so much time for quietude in my new space.

And since I rule over my physical domain in the flesh space and since I rule over my digital domain in the wired space, and since I’ve wrought this page with the pressing of my own fingers upon clacking keys of plastic and the little thunder bolts firing inside old cobwebbed hallways in my mind, I will post whatever I desire here, no matter how banal.

As such, I’ve wanted a simple life update post as this for a bit; I’ve been so busy with the move, I wonder if some of you have wondered “where has Ocean been?” in recent times. Fear not, I’ll always continue to update my digital home, at least as long as the flesh realm permits such a thing.

So as the first part of my blog, I’ve told you what I’ve been up to. This is well and good, but I’ve also come here to place some scattered thoughts upon the metaphorical table as well.

In coming to my new place, I’ve ruminated some on the sequence of events that led me here. I moved in with one of my coworkers this year because when I met him in 2017, we bonded over a shared interest in anime. Everything sparking from that one moment at work had me thinking a bit about the deterministic universe. This is something oft contested, but if you were ever curious: I believe in determinism. All things occur in a massive, cosmic scale chain of causality. The universe is a fantastic clockwork machine; you could study the gears for your entire lifetime, but it’d still give you little understanding of the mechanisms of the machine or how they function. All things that happen to you or you happen to do are a result of this massively complex and impossible to comprehend cosmic chain of events that began with the birth of the universe.

Some people find the idea of your destiny already being woven by the stars in eons distant depressing, but I’ve always seen it in a brighter light. In a greater sense, the inner workings of the chain of causality of the universe are impossible to predict; it’s functionally impossible to know when and what the next ticking of the cosmic clock will be, and so in the end, it matters little if all things were determined ages ago on the cosmic causality chain. Thinking specifically about the aspects of relationships and friendships in your lifetime, it’s nice to imagine that your personhood is composed of little bits and pieces of everyone you’ve loved. Determinism gets a bad rep.