flux capacitor

In a current world full of concrete and stalemates, I would like to believe everything remains in a current state of flux. A fluid motion that surrounds us all and indeed is at the heart of our souls. But in this theoretic liquid world we seem to always want to define things, and the reason would sensibly stem from one tiny word... how. Not how as in "hello from native america" but how as in "how did everything get so fucked up?". They say curiosity killed the cat, but that cat merely ran out of time, just as the rest of us someday will... and with that in mind 'why the how?'. How do I know, how did you do that, how do I get out of here? We have a need in our daily lives to live by defined laws and rules, to get used to a structure, to keep ourselves corralled in a certain sector. But the definitions we live by are fluid, they are ever changing as we see fit. Even the simplest of definitions, those of words, are continually changing. So we tell ourselves that there must be universals, there must be absolutes, there must be more concrete poured as a footpath to understanding of this we call living. But no such concrete exists for even concrete is easily made fluid by the smallest drops of water. What seems most relevant is that we live for today, and tomorrow we will live for today again, over and over until the last grain has fallen from our time, because if you live for tomorrow or yesterday all you will be left with is a how... 'how did I fuck that up so bad?' and then you're dead.