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Careful–or not

Careful–or not.  You don’t be careful, you’re going to wind up dead.  Every time Grandma spoke to me like that, I tried to show her that I still cared about my life and that I was not reckless.  But she was right, I would end up dead…in fact, I did end up dead; that’s how…More

Enough, or, Let Them Be

The author of the world put down his pen and said Enough!  I have had enough of this, since it goes on ever in the same way.  Just a little change, the tiniest change, would do some good, it would do a world of good!  So he got out his tool kit and contemplated to…More

the forever of unsure

It was impossible to be precise about itNo one felt anything definiteThere wasn’t any announcement about the thingWhen it happenedWe understood nothing of what had happenedTo us. We would have been afraid to sayAnything about it but the fearWas unpronounced, a vague stirringInstead we watched the earth shakeThe sky change into colorsUnimagined until now, now…More

From the Vault of Dust

Dust, dust everywhere, and its movements entire worlds and shapeless defining and redefinition of worlds. Every speck of things a brilliant possibility, even the dust swept aside and beneath things beckoning to unheard of possibilities.More

docta ignorantia

How far does my ignorance extend? To the ends? To every end? I might be certain of having a hand, but the certainty is merely a brick in the wall of a building I use as my shelter. I might be certain of having a desire for someone or something, but a desire can be…More

Nevertheless

Nevertheless I have the confidence that life can continue through muck, shit, and what is neither muck nor shit but is instead a recalcitrant stopping-point, a point at which, even if you would not wish to stop, even if you would not dare stop here, you must stop.Nevertheless the company is something fulfilling, the company…More

All Perishing All Divine

When we accidentally step on an insect (I know, for some it is not an accident), we see the life gone from it in an instant. What was now a creeping, crawling, flittering thing is now a dead thing at your feet, whether we stop to wonder at and praise the thing for its life…More