Philosophy Poetry Madness — Dust
If you are caught in the smallest circles at times of disasters of the greatest magnitudes, then you must start there in those circles, speaking and acting out there. How will your voice be heard, your choices matter, in the largest round when they are of no account in your little ring?
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