Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
The past is not even past, Mr. Sapolsky keeps repeating. Whenever you are asked to deny history in the pursuit of the future, note that something is terribly awry, that you are being manipulated in order to accept a deranged future. The Nakba is one prolonged nakba, that has continued unabated for seventy-five years.
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