Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
And from there you will find another road,
Follow it, and it will wind back here,
where there is another for you to take
Back to this spot again. If there
Is a doorway there or a woman who looks like me,
Tell her you know your way, tell her
To be quiet for you a moment while you hesitate here,
Tell her you heard of the eternal recurrence before
And it didn't bother you
Rather, you felt it would be more exciting,
You felt it wouldn't simply emphasize
The monotonous constancy of things.
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