Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
In the beginning was the Word, the birth of the Word as well as the birth of all words and all things. Just as in the end there shall be a Word, a dying word, a close, and the death of all words and all things. For the most part, it terrifies us to speak these words, drunk with life as we are, drunk as we are with our ramblings….
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