Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
What if part of the power of love, or the whole of that power, consists in love’s impersonality, so that a person is not needed at the ground of things for love’s existence, indeed love’s preeminence in the world?
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