Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
I was not present at the beginning of things,
But what I am was, and it is as confused
Now as it was then, turning the same,
Asking the same questions with the same twinges of desire.
A human being-question chasing after both God and nothingness. The internet is a disaster, but our starlessness might teach us something. I welcome our constant experimenting with ourselves with open arms, for ultimately they are attempts of life at living and growing in life. My dwelling is in Key West, while the dwellings of my loves are Indiana, New Mexico, Texas, Massachusetts and Arizona. These spaces are nothing. Love abides and love embraces. View all posts by Richard Q
Love the Dust
Thank you for this pithy summary of existential anguish.
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Thank you, Frank. I hope we can turn even the hardest necessities into beauty, or see them turned so.
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Indeed, Richard.
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