Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
Nothing is settled. Everything should be unsettled, in fact. The settlers, first of all, and the oppressed and onlookers in their contention with the settlers. Beware of your own use of the phrase “to settle.” Beware of the compromises, the neglect of the other and of history, the violence it can hold. Unsettling, yes, but nothing is settled.
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