Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
What we believe in now, if we believe in anything, are simulacra. But we cannot believe in simulacra. We must believe–in the real thing!
We used to believe in good and evil. Now, we barely believe in a reason to get beyond them.
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