On significance
I had three people send me a funny little cartoon about a dominatrix showing their sub the universe & Milky Way and calling them insignificant in the grand scheme of things, which is hilarious, however since I’m a optimistic nihilist & a romantic I wrote a poem about how if nothing matters, then it all does. We are the universe experiencing itself. crescendos to fractals, The inevitability of us. Explosions in the sky, pillars of the universe, birthplace of the stars, Exist only to be in awe of us. Oh, let us delight in ourselves. Let us feel our bodies and the hurt in love, press against the lines and boundaries that separate the material from the immaculate. Let me cry for us all. Bellowing & whimpering beneath the arch and sole of the soul. At worst, we can sit back in awe of the abstracts, revelry in the wreckage. Inspiration persists despite impossible odds. Flowers underfoot. Destroyer of worlds, love. Creator of theater and charm, love. Punisher and punished, l...
