May 6, 2019
We equip ourselves with the idea of being outside the radius of destruction that's inevitable, but we fondle ourselves in the opposite way, and the substance of our wishing dribbles away from us fast as it came, fast as it soothed us for a split moment. In the diameter we are kept, and there is no way to avoid the inevitable. It goes round and round. We fear the end, but we imagine it coming all day every day in splendid ways. Our skies are illuminated, horizon to horizon. The big sky is where we will die. Ain't that beautiful!