Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
If we are waiting for a leader, or a hero, or a group of leaders or heroes to lead us out of this genocide, this inhumanity, we are lost. The hero is the next person you meet who can face one shred of this inhumanity without collapsing.
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