Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
One thing the nihilist has right is that we are still fighting a local fight even in the fight against genocide. There is still darkness and triple darkness and speechless stars all around us as we rage. Yet we cry, enraged, into this darkness, which darkness is part and parcel of the courage of the call.
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