Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
Life is made bearable by art precisely in the truth of art, by the unbearable truth art holds. Life is bearable only for those who can bear the unbearable, for those with the strength and audacity for this.
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